I stood like firelight in the middle of the street, and convection was my only friend. I thought about my day, 6 hours of collecting and piling, collecting and piling, collecting and piling, so that just before dark, I took my day's work and set about systematically arranging it in what I thought to be the positions most efficient for its destruction. In the end, a tee-pee of four logs stood in the middle of the fire-pit in our campsite. Three of the four openings between them were walled-up with small fans of twigs and leaves. The final side was my work space, and through the opening could be seen a small Lincoln Log-esque cabin, built o