Fire Pit

Lord knows I like to have a good time. Such re-creation fuels a man's drive for mission. Theoretically, this need can be served by watching a movie or going for a walk. However, my idea for a good time usually involves more dirt. 

In the summer time, I'm all about the outdoors. When it's 90 degrees out, a fire pit isn't too appealing. But when the sun goes down, it can light up the night. Knowing that Dave had a fire pit he wasn't going to use, I asked if he wanted to donate it to our cause. Sure enough, he did.

So Dante and I jumped in White Horse and ran over to Gillette to get this concrete work of art.

Once we had a game plan, we hoisted her on back with a little mechanical muscle. 

Dave even threw in a little fire wood to fuel our fun. Thanks, pal.

Once back at the ranch, we backed in the backyard of the rectory to find a resting place for her.

Probably going to be here a while, better make it level.

Giddy up.

Let's see if she'll hunt.

I like the old boy scout stackaroo. 

One match is all that's needed.

Nice.

To celebrate, we grilled up some American goodness. 

Meanwhile, the flames settled into a fire. 

Life is good.

Thanks Dave. Little prompts good conversation more than a wood fire. Talk about the old days as well as new ideas and spiritual musings, natural arise as one watches flames dance freely. It's not so much the heat that fire puts off that makes a fire pit so fun. But the environment they create that makes the time spent around them so good. God bless America for the freedom she ensures. Such a sacred gift allows a man to spend time in leisure so that he is refueled for mission. Bring it.