High Ridge

On a mountain ridge, the dogs patiently wait as I baton kindling with my fist.The Tomahawk brand knife’s serrations were helpful in making tiny curl shavings.Smoke drifts along the ridge and we begin to relax. At the very end of his line, Rollo comes for affection. One incident of an unwitting, happy dog wiping out a carefully crafted, tiny blaze, prompts keeping dogs out of reach of a fledgling fire!

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