Logs vs Fire

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I ran out of firewood about an hour ago. In an flash of inspiration I found myself well rugged up and combing the beach for the least wet looking wood, hefting small logs to judge their relative density.

So far the wet logs washed up from the sea, gathered in the rain, are loosing against my fireplace. They are hissing, defiantly, but they are burning.

It is a marval of 1940s fireplace engineering that I have been running on wet wood for about 40 minutes.

It is kind of like a game of defense towers. That last link is addictive for obsessive people, warning.