There has been some interest in the non-fishing activity on the recent vacation with my brothers. So I give you the Photo Adventure in Flames:
The second oldest gathers brush, fallen trees and general wood into a pile, waiting for the youngest (and favored) son.
After several hours of planning and "preparation," the youngest (and favored) son ignites the fire in the special ceremony.
And so, the wood pile ignites and turns into flames, much the same way that the youngest (and favored) son did when he first realized he was so "happy."
As joy filled the heart of the youngest (and favored) son, dancing ensues.
Happiness can be seen, reality style.
The dancing invigorates so much joy in the fire, that it dances a mighty dance. So much excitement is created that the close by trees decide to join in and leaves "burst into flames."
Alas, time goes by and the flaming settles into a comfortable goal, much as when the youngest (and favored) son did as he got older.
After more time, the fire relaxes into the comfortable flaming, much as the youngest (and favored) son has.
The next day, the fire has burned and needs assistance in regrouping. So the youngest (and favored) son gets his "butch" out and uses a tractor to assist.
Daylight brings evidence of the evening celebration, reminding the youngest (and favored) son of his younger days in college.
Damaged has been limited and will simple rejuvenate the natural surroundings, the way nature intended.
So ends the adventure in flames. Until next year. :)