This last weekend, I found myself in an odd situation where the campfire popped really big while I was sitting nearby with a fresh hot coffee in my hand. So naturally, I was burned well by both, catching the ember on my bare feet, and pouring hot coffee all down my body in response.
Don’t worry. We can laugh about it. Not then. But now.
I proudly wore my coffee clothes through the entire day, even when the dried blotches on my shorts still resembled pee stains. I still wore sandals by the fire, even though the wood was wet and poppy, because no little burn is going to steal the fact that we are FINALLY having warm weather in September, of all things.
I did pout a little, though, if we’re being honest.
‘Twas not my finest morning at camp 😅 But worth a laugh. Later.