So this weekend the gamy went camping near Niagara Falls.
At 8:30 me and the wife dropped a 1/4 chocolate chip cookie and got the kids into bed.
We where sitting around the fire at 9:30 talking about the kitchen we’re getting ready to start planning when our cookies rolled in

a corona later and life was gooood.
It was about this time when I noticed someone slipping up in the dark, I was like what’s up? He was foreign and through broken English explained his group was trying to get a fire started but didn’t have any small logs just big ones. I said no problem and pulled out my splitting mull and some fire starters and said bring the mull back when you’re finished.
I went into the camper and got myself and my wife an ice cream sandwich and when I came back out I noticed a dull thuncking noise. I peered through the dark and saw them trying to split these logs laying flat.
I told the wife I had to help and headed over. They where literally trying to split half burnt logs laying flat, inside a metal fire ring WITH MY MULL.
I asked if I could help, got the logs out stood them on end and split everything into smallish kindling. I asked for paper, they had none. Back to my camper I went. In the end I built these very grateful people a nice fire and gave them a log to enjoy.
As I sat with my wife and we laughed about everything I was happy my father taught me some basic things. Never really met anyone who didn’t understand how to build a fire or split a log, guess I always took that for granted.