I humored my friends the first time we went camping. In all honestly, I didn't really have much of an interest in it.
Luckily, I wound up really enjoying the rustic cabin in the middle of nowhere. I liked it so much that when they decided to drag me along camping in a tent, I more than happily accepted.
That was, of course, before the rain!
It was a horrible first night. It was dark, wet, and cold. We drove for hours from Baltimore out to a spot near Heshey, PA, and wound up in a spot made of gravel. That didn't stop us, of course. We pitched our tent and made the best of what became a pretty long night for me.
Naturally, the next day was gorgeous. We got our things together to start up the ol' camp fire to get breakfast underway. And, of course, all of our wood and our firepit were drenched. We tried for a long time to get a fire started while we munched on some potato chips.
Then we got to thinking: didn't that one guy on the survivor show say something about using chips to help with a fire? Collectively shrugging, we decided to pour them into the pit along with the wood we have.
Man, what a blaze!
Thanks to our greasy treat, we managed to get a fire started so that we could have real food. The chip fire was more than satisfying, unlike the chips themselves.
