Brown guy here, I like fire too

This is the campfire equivalent of that one person who makes best friends with the family dog at every party. Some of us enjoy the group but our social skills are only on par with fires and dogs.

There's something really cathartic about placing shit in a firepit and just watching it burn away.

I wonder if there is a genetic component to keeping fire for recreation or comfort.

I think all societies have a cooking on fire aspect.

The use of fire seems to play a much more active role in societies in cold climates. It seems to play a less prominent role in the tropics with warmer nighttime temperatures.

I didn't know it was a racial trait.

It's all good until you experience a fire where there's two of them.

Of course I know him. He’s me!

I absolutely adore keeping the fire going. I was a white man for decades so i'm not dodging the allegations. I have never been camping where i was not the last person awake and always keeping the fire just right until all the wood was gone.

It's all about the air flow. Too much and everything burns too quickly in a roaring furnace, too little and you have no light and not enough heat. By constantly adjusting the logs you can maintain the proper air flow to keep everything just right. Rotating a log to present fresh wood to an eager flame here. Squeezing two logs a little closer to reduce the oxygen and trim things up there. A proper fire adjusting stick (and a backup) is crucial.

Give me a stack of seasoned wood, a k-bar, a magnesium fire starter and a comfy camp chair and i'm in heaven from the time the sun sets until the wood runs out.

I don't know why, I just have to keep poking that fucker with the dedicated poking stick, then wave the burning poking stick around for a bit.

That's 100% my brother. The weirdest part, it looks so much like him I had to text him and ask if the chick in the background is an old girlfriend, because I'm genuinely not sure that's not my brother.

You all laugh until the fire is in the oven of a hut with freezing temperatures outside and the fire guy is the one getting up in the middle of the night to keep the fire going. You then wake up to a cozy hut instead of spending the first two hours awake freezing in your sleeping bags.

I feel like it's a do-or-die caveman instinct or something.

I was hanging out with a group of people in my friend's backyard. We were supposed to have a bonfire, but the wood was wet and wasn't burning. We used all sorts of fuel, fire starters, etc. I saw what looked like corner of a log turn into ember, so wouldn't give up. Never got a flame when we were there, of course.

I felt very proud though when my friend sent me door camera footage of the firepit turning into a massive blaze in the middle of night that woke her up.

This is a white thing? I never knew that.

Sabre-tooth tigers might sneak up and attack if the fire goes out, at least, I've not been attacked by one when the fire is burning, so I just can't take the risk.

It's me, i'm that guy. I'm fun to camp with ladies ;)

Wait... I'm white!?

DONT HATE it’s all he’s got