Sunday, January 24, 2010

Young Men and Fire

Virgil invited his friend Liam over to our house a couple of weekends ago. The morning after their sleep-over, they played with LEGOs and stuffed animals, watched a couple of episodes of "Ben-10," tried a couple of card games. Neither was all that interested in going outside — until Jim suggested roasting marshmallows. It wasn’t the marshmallows that got them up off the couch, although these are two boys who never turn down a chance to rot their teeth. It was the chance to build a fire.

"To build a fire": Even for young readers who haven’t encountered Jack London’s timeless story of a man, a dog, and a match in a race against cold in the Alaskan wilderness, there’s magic in that phrase. Virgil and his friend Liam felt the pull. For fire, they'd agree to leave their comfortable spot indoors — but only for twenty or thirty minutes.

Jim is the fire-builder in our family. He heated a log cabin and our first home using wood stoves, and he’s taught Ursula and Virgil how to lay a fire, how to light it, and how to put it out. While Liam, Virgil, and Ursula pulled on snowpants and jackets, Jim poured hot chocolate and tea into thermoses and packed them, along with a bag of marshmallows, a box of matches, and Virgil’s first-ever Swiss Army knife, in a backpack. They walked into the back woods about 100 feet, just far enough so they couldn’t see the house.

Jim designated Ursula the day’s master fire-builder and Virgil and Liam her assistants. He sent the three of them off to find fire-starter material, telling them to look for downed trees or evergreens that had lost all their needles. Virgil found a dead birch tree and sliced the bark from it with his knife. Ursula showed Liam how to break small twigs and larger branches from another tree.

Ursula stomped out a small space in the snow that would become a platform for the fire. Then she constructed a small lattice-work with longer sticks and lay in the bark and twigs. Jim oversaw the carving of the marshmallow sticks, which gave Liam his first-ever experience using a jack-knife. As the fire builder, Ursula had the honor of the first match. The best fires, she’s learned from her dad, are those started with a single match. She touched the small flame to the strips of birch bark and dry sticks. The boys bent down low, too, so they saw the bark begin to curl and the tip of a stick redden and then brighten as the fire took hold.

A supervised winter fire is a safe way to introduce children to this elemental art. After feeding their store of sticks to the flame, Virgil, Liam, and Ursula let it burn down to hot coals, flamed a few marshmallows for good measure, and finally — reluctantly — piled snow over the remaining embers.

Jim glanced at his watch. They’d been out well over an hour. Still the boys lingered, not ready to break the spell. Before they left, Liam turned to Virgil and asked, "When can we do this again?"

Learn more
The title of this blog comes from Norman Maclean’s book of the same name about the Mann Gulch forest fire of 1945.
Two versions of Jack London’s short story, “To Build a Fire.”
Instructions on how to build a fire in the snow, from eHow.

Illustration from "To Build a Fire."

Great Kids, Great Outdoors” is an AMC Outdoors blog, written by Kristen Laine.

3 comments:

Michael said...

Our son recently learned of the power of fire. We've had a series of mild winters here in St Louis, so our area-wide snow day a few days ago was the first opportunity ever for our young grandsons to experience the joy of riding a sled when one is supposed to be in school. With the temperature hovering near ten degrees, the light breeze had quite a sting; the only way to keep the boys warm (and their melting snow off the hardwood floors) was to build a fire in the fire pit.

They might as well have lighted a beacon. Within minutes of the fire's first flames, the formerly sleepy neighborhood came to life with small children. As more people of all ages joined in the festivities, his modest fire focused enough attention on their household that the snow day became an impromptu pot luck dinner for all present. The best party they ever hosted was the one they never planned. Young Men and Fire, indeed.

Kristen said...

Dear Michael,

What a compelling and moving story you tell! I love the image of that child-sized fire as a beacon, calling in friends and neighbors. I'm willing to bet that your grandchildren -- and your son -- will remember that special day for many years, and that in twenty or so years, those young boys will be facing another snow day as fathers and hit on the same great idea...

Thanks for writing.

all best,

Kristen Laine
Great Kids, Great Outdoors

Michael said...

Dear Kristen,

Memories, yes. Helping us to define who we are by reminding us of who we once were. Memories to last a lifetime for the price of a single match.

While on the subject of fire, I just finished reading To Build a Fire (Jack London) - I feel compelled to share with readers your enthusiasm for the piece and its extraordinary denouement. Thank you for posting the link.

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