Off-duty educators + beach + driftwood + matches = fun!
On the edge of the Bering Sea, we had a bonfire on the beach. Twisted and gnarled driftwood was collected and stacked to make a magnificent blaze that burned so hot we feared our eyebrows might be singed off. It burned down to perfect roasting coals, and we enjoyed marshmallows and s'mores. Curious and envious children out past curfew lurked in the tall grasses of the cliffs overlooking the beach while the staff's pets frolicked about, finding disgusting treasures such as old fish heads.
Beneath the starry skies, seated on the rocky beach, I gazed at the fire and hoped that this year I would be able to generate some sparks of a love for learning amongst my students.
What is there about a good fire on the beach that makes me feel like I've been on vacation?
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