After months of planning, we finally made it to our dear friends, Joy and Don. Earlier in the day, Don had picked up a cord of firewood for the evening campfires in the backyard, which have become a tradition between the men. The gals idea of a relaxing evening is getting into our pj's and getting cozy on the sofa with some of our "finds" from the day. But, for the menfolk, nothing beats a campfire, and they will sit there for hours. Long after the gals have hit the sack, the guys come traipsing in, smelling like Smokey the Bear, and climb into our nice clean sheets, fully satisfied from their primal urge to have "fire".