When we went to the San Juan islands me and my friends and family stayed in a cabin. In the back yard there was a fire pit, chairs and thorny trees. The rest was a small meadow like field with a bunch of flowers creating a carpet of vibrant white, yellow ,green, and purple.
Every night that we stayed we made a fire. My jobs were to help the logs catch fire by sticking twigs in, making a bridge of fire, feed the fire newspapers and kindling the fire.
One night my dad got me all the supplies for making smores. I used real twigs and made smores for everyone. This was the first time I made smores with my family but I knew how because of Camp Coleman from YMCA.
Always when everyone else went inside, me and my dad would sit and enjoy the last bit of the fires glow and heat. This memory of me and my father and this trip will always stay in my heart.
