Showing posts with label campfires. Show all posts
Showing posts with label campfires. Show all posts

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Mini Campfire in the Gulf Hagas Base Camp

One day, while hiking over a bog,I glimpsed this abandoned disk. Apparently someone with a chainsaw was creating steps for the soggy trail, and cast this one aside.
It seemed a great find, and although it was sodden, through and through, I fished it out and hauled it back to my base camp.

Every day going to and from work, I'd consider this round. In a fit of inspiration, I decided to make an Indian Bowl, thus killing two birds, as it were, with one stone.

After allowing this round to dry for two weeks, I began my project. Every night, after work, while sitting outside, I would place a few scraps of paper, two inches of mosquito "coil" (found in the junk drawer bin on location) and a bit of candle wax in the middle of the disk. Then, I'd light it on fire. The smoke wasn't too bad and the silver lining was it kept the hoards of mosquitoes at bay.


By utilizing small scraps of paper, bits of candle wax, and twigs, my mini campfire is sustainable and accomplishing multiple tasks. Getting rid of trash, keeping the bugs at bay, providing needed companionship, giving much needed light.

As a Leave No Trace educator, I found this campfire very rewarding. The land is not scared and the resources are not depleted.

Each morning before leaving for work, I scrape out the ashes, thus creating a bowl. When the season is over, I'll have a great souvenir of my season as Ridgerunner, stationed in the Gulf Hagas, 30 miles north of Monson, in the world renown 100 mile Wilderness of Maine.


Special notes: the metal plate below my campfire has one cup of water in it, thus preventing the base from getting too hot and scorching the platform.
Nearby, I keep a gallon of water, and metal bucket, should I need to extinguish the fire.
Before going to bed, I insure the fire is out, even scraping down to insure there are no glowing embers.
I never walk away from the fire, regardless how small it is. My home, the tent, is just a few feet away.
If there were high winds, I would not even attempt to have a fire, taking the road of caution, always.

Happy trails.

A complete video has been posted to my you tube channel. Other videos I've embedded here, seem to get cropped.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

The Acorn Report



Last night at our campsite I had quite a few things going. Among them was the Plastic Soup Pot, hung with a home made plastic cordage over a campfire. I filled it with water and acorns.
Over the course of the evening the water was brought to a boil, left to simmer and then drained off. I did this also in the morning for a total of 3 times.

Then, my partner and I tasted the acorn meat which was extracted from the shell.

Not bad, he remarked. This after a breakfast of blueberry pancakes and peaches.

I brought them home, and cracked the remaining acorns open, extracting the meat.



They are receiving a final boiling on the stove, then further experimental recipes are planned. I'm thinking a roasted nut, a saute'd with cajun seasoning, a cake patty, and a vegetarian stir fry.

Just as is, I tasted the product with a little salt and definitely felt I could eat a bunch of these in a survival situation.
I did a search and found that per one ounce of raw acorns there were 7 grams of fat. This is a good survival food. I also found this interesting link, which merits reading.
Looks like others are in gathering mode as well.