It was the perfect night on the water. The surface was the mirrored reflection of the cloudless, windless sky. The small flotilla of canoes and kayaks merged to form a loose circle, their bows pointing inward. From out of the hub of these watercraft spokes emerged a reddish-yellow tongue of flames. The warming light flickered off the slick, smooth prows of the boats encircling the fire. And so the evening of the floating campfire began.
That's right, a floating campfire. It was one of many highlights from my Boy Scouting days growing up in Minnesota. We spent two weeks each summer camping at the most remote site available at Many Point Scout Camp not too far away from the...Read More
