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March 20, 2007
ME STUPID

Mary and I went to the massive Algonquin conservation area. We portaged into Burnt Lake. It was raining it was September it was miserable. (We even had miserable sex.)

We were starving for something hot we had a box of noodles. In the drizzle I gathered up near-dry kindling and tried to get something of a fire going. We suspended a pot of lake water over it. It steamed but didn't boil. I huffed and I puffed. Steam rose from the pot, but no boil.

And I said, "Maybe you can't get water boiling on an open flame."