More burning today, always good fun. I felt like Hercules when I pulled a dead tree down with my bare hands.
Ok, I was wearing gloves. And there was rope. And my dad helped. Still, after numerous coordinated heaves, it was very satisfying when it thumped to the ground.
Not long after, I sat on a rock a few feet from the fire to take a break. The wind picked up and a stick about 16 inches long and an inch and half in diameter smacked into my shoulder, flipping over to hit my wrist.
"Ow!" I scowled at the stick, picked it up, and threw it into the fire. I turned to the woods and said, "Don't even think about messing with me."
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