This trip it seems to be all about fires. Last night the chair that Eric D was using broke so they wound up throwing it on the fire with dramatic results. Today last nights fire was still going and Dave was up at 7:00 to make sure it didn't die. Then there was this tree that Bob wanted removed because it was dead and cracked. First the guys had to make sure it was really dead by seeing if they could set the branches on fire (unknown to me until I stepped outside to see the top of the tree blazing). Afterwards they cut it down and built the biggest campfire ever - making sure it was burning brightly even during the rainstorm.
So, without further ado, I present another installment of "We Are Men":
We are men. We're so cool we have to wear our sunglasses on planes like celebrities...
We are men. We drink beer and fall off our chairs.
And we will not let the chairs get away with such insolence.
We are men who work as police officers and who used to be volunteer firefighters. So we start forest fires. Because we can.
We like to play with dangerous power tools, or just watch our friends playing with them.
We are not afraid to climb to great heights, or to drive bulldozers.
But we must remember not to BURN the bulldozers.
We are men who can tell when a fire needs extra kindling.
By the way, they didn't REALLY start a forest fire -- like my dad said, they were burning it to make sure it was dead. (Although I'm pretty sure they REALLY did it just for fun...) :)
3 comments:
Is this by any chance the 2006 version of the same escapade I remember reading about from when I very first started checking your blog; the great Safari in Search of Mouse?
(...and I gotta say, that burning tree doesn't impress me one bit!)
Yes, this IS another one of their "guy" escapades. My older brother lives in Montana and runs a fly-fishing business, and my dad has a cabin nearby. So every now and then, my dad and brothers and various friends will get together up there and do "guy" stuff -- which apparently consists of setting things on fire and chopping down trees. :) I haven't heard if they've had any mouse problems this time, though...
I think we may be heading up there for Christmas... I'll have to remember to bring matches... :)
No mice crawling across anyone's feet this time, so no Viking burial this year. :-)
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