It is always difficult to get good pictures at night around the campfire. So bare with these very fuzzy shots.
My dad had made it a habit to create or save a large pile of sticks for my boys (one in particular) who love to play with fire.
Even Hoppy came to check out what was going on out on her turf.
This is one of those things that we only get to do at Grandpas house. My kids will forever remember doing bonfires out in the fields. I guess it is good all those old trees around my parent's place keep dropping limbs or falling over. There seems to be an endless amount of branches that need burning.