Love that campfire. And Smores, YUMMMMMM.
But I have to tell you this tale. i used to belong to a now defunct outdoor club where I live and every year we used to go up into the Canadian bush for a three day outing. One of the members parents lease some cabins from the Algoma Central Railway up north of Agawa Canyon. That's north of Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario. Only way in is by train. We used to drive the first 90 miles and then catch the train and they would drop us off at the side of the tracks. Cabins were right off the tracks. You got a free vibrating bed when the freights went by
Anyway, driving home on one trip, the vehicle I was in had the leftover foood, which wasn't much. Driver was hungry, so we fished out a bag of marshmellows. He munched on some, said too bad they weren't roasted. His girlfriend took out her cigarette lighter and presto, roasted marshmellows! Now if we had had some graham crackers and Hershey bars.......