When our friends cut down an old tree on their property, they found that part of the tree was hollow. They immediately sawed it into sections to save for burning. They know how much I love to watch a hollow log burn, so we burned one of the logs last night.
This one was really neat. It was hollow and it had an opening in one of the sides. When they threw the log into the fire and it started to catch, it almost looked like a "window' in the log. Rick took a couple pictures for me to post. It would have been better had it been dark, but it was gorgeous anyway.
He took this picture because you could see the flames start to lick outside the window in the log. Way cool!
As the night went on, the log kept burning. And then around 10:00 or so, it finally split into two pieces. Little cracks would form along the sides and then the flames would start to lick around the cracks. And the smoke would creep out. after it finally split and started to die down, we added more wood, built the fire back up to a roar, and then watched it burn down again.
I grew up camping. And always on our last night of camping, Dad would save the best hollow log for last. We would sit by the fire for hours, sometimes curled up in blankets because it was so cold up in the mountains. We had some great hollow logs!
They still have several pieces of the log left for future fires this summer.
This one was really neat. It was hollow and it had an opening in one of the sides. When they threw the log into the fire and it started to catch, it almost looked like a "window' in the log. Rick took a couple pictures for me to post. It would have been better had it been dark, but it was gorgeous anyway.
He took this picture because you could see the flames start to lick outside the window in the log. Way cool!
As the night went on, the log kept burning. And then around 10:00 or so, it finally split into two pieces. Little cracks would form along the sides and then the flames would start to lick around the cracks. And the smoke would creep out. after it finally split and started to die down, we added more wood, built the fire back up to a roar, and then watched it burn down again.
I grew up camping. And always on our last night of camping, Dad would save the best hollow log for last. We would sit by the fire for hours, sometimes curled up in blankets because it was so cold up in the mountains. We had some great hollow logs!
They still have several pieces of the log left for future fires this summer.
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