Campfire Moments

I love campfires.  I don’t get to sit around one as often as I’d like, but I treasure each opportunity. Gathering around a fire with family and friends, watching the flames, feeling its warmth, roasting marshmallows, helping kids make the perfect S’more, being blinded by smoke.  Always a good time.

We were recently on a Mediterranean cruise.  The trip was awesome, and for most of our 10-day journey, the seas were calm.  But, toward the end of the cruise, we had a rough sea day.  A combination of 12-foot seas and 45-knot winds meant we were rocking and rolling.  Not good for a guy who can get seasick standing on a dock.

Breakfast is served near the top deck, which, thanks to the laws of physics, rolls much more than the lower decks.  As I finished up my custom omelet (one of the best things about a cruise), and looked out at the churning seas wondering if that omelet was such a good idea, I was surprised when my father-in-law said, “Looks just like a campfire to me…I could watch these seas all day.”  Where I saw whitecaps, swells in every direction, hopelessness and nausea, he saw a campfire.

The beauty of life is in the eye of the beholder.  Cherish your campfire moments.  They don’t always require a fire.

Author: Bob Dailey

Born and raised in Southern California. Graduated from (and met my future wife at) Cal Poly Pomona, in 1988. Married to Janet almost 30 years. Father of two: Julianne and Jennifer. Grandfather of 5 (soon to be 6)! Held many positions in small, medium, and large companies. Trail runner, competitive stair climber, backpacker, camper, off-roader, world traveler, sometimes writer.

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