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Lumpy, stinky fire

Aug11
by Greg Cravens on August 11, 2011 at 6:26 am
Posted In: Talk About Toys

Get new VR Troopers fire-starting lumps- with extra UGLY!

Seriously. This isn’t a product review as much as product instructions.

You like campfires? Me, too. Do you like nice, roasty toasty campfires when you’re expected to be the boy scout that starts ’em? Everyone looking over your shoulder and asking if you know what you’re doing, and offering advice “Blow on it!” “No, fan it softly!” “Pile the sticks like a TeePee!” “No, like a log cabin!” Not so much, right?

Okay. You have a dryer? If you do, then you have dryer lint. You know what dryer lint is good for? Burning down your house. Google it. Lots of stories about houses burning down involving dryer lint.

Know what happens when you try to use dryer lint as your tinder? (Just to backtrack- when you’re building a fire, you start with Tinder- the tiny stuff that burns easily) The lint will burn too fast and won’t have time to get the kindling going (the kindling is the larger, yet still smallish, slightly harder to burn twigs and junk. You know that.) So, bottom line, you can burn down a whole house with some dryer lint, but starting a fire on purpose is tricky. Damn it, isn’t that just the way?

So what to do with the tons of dryer lint that your dryer supplies you with? What’ll make it GOOD dryer lint? I’ll tell you what. Paraffin. Yep. Wax. You know why candle wicks (string, for heaven’s sake) don’t burn away and leave a little wax tube? ‘Cause the wax won’t let it.

So you go to the hobby store. You get some blocks of paraffin. You get a couple of pans you will never want for anything ever again. And, depending on the instructions that come with the blocks of paraffin, you melt that stuff.

I used a sort of idiot’s version of a double boiler, melted my paraffin, and started tearing up my dryer lint (saved for months and months, so I had PLENTY) and chucking it right into that hot paraffin. I mixed it around til it started getting sluggish, then carefully started burning my fingers by pulling out bits and shaping it into slugs or briquettes, or lumps or lozenges or whatever you’d like to call them.

And when you’re starting a fire, you no longer have to look for tinder, just for kindling and fuel (fuel is the log you’ll eventually stare at for hours). You still need a lighter, but you won’t have to singe your fingers holding the lighter to damp leaves and pine needles and other rotten tinder that’s not worth singed fingers. You light a lump and set your kindling on top while it merrily sizzles along.

Because my lumps were going into some sandwich baggies inexplicably printed with ‘Saban’s VR Troopers’, my fire lumps became ‘new VR Troopers fire-starting lumps- with extra UGLY!’

They are ugly, too. But most of them (some don’t have quite the amount of dryer lint/dog hair you’d like to have for fire building) catch fire quickly and burn a good long while. Plenty long enough for you to figure out what you’re doing wrong and fix it before the lazy eyes of your fire-greedy co-campers.

Try it. Make you some ugly fire-lumps and keep them in the bottom of your pack for that damp day when you’ll be very, very glad to have them.

Oh, and if the title here or the dryer lint/dog hair comment earlier wasn’t a tip off, these things are not the most aromatic things in the world when aflame. Not that I’m advocating scented paraffin, either, mountain man.

└ Tags: adventure, camp, campfire, cookfire, dryer, fire, kindling, lint, starter, tinder
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I’m secretly fit.

Aug09
by Greg Cravens on August 9, 2011 at 7:04 am
Posted In: Play Nice

I’m fat. Y’know what makes me feel better about that fact? Not much.

Did you know that if you ask people on the street what ‘Obesity’ is, most people consider it to be “anything fatter than me”? They proved that by going out in public and asking people on the street. Eek.

So anyhow, one time my friends and I were out at the park (you know the one with the miles of bike trails? That one.) finishing up a ride when we realized just how lucky we were to be winding up when we did. There was a Triathlon starting up. By gum, THAT explains all the new tape and signs on the trail. It was a minor miracle we were able to get on and ride, all things considered. (We used to ride early. That’s a tip. Start riding at daybreak. More spiderwebs in the trail. Fewer everything else.)

So, why WOULDN’T you stop, take a drink of water, cool down, and watch a bunch of people swim across a lake, charge up a hill, grab their bikes and ride off, all trying to go faster than one another? You would. We did. And so did this other guy.

Nice guy. Little round across the midsection. Little talkative. So far, I might as well be describing me, but here’s the difference: He’s eating an energy bar. I was about to go home and pound down the calories, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that this guy is mildly munching away on a ‘meal replacement’ energy bar while watching other people exercise.

Very fit people are rushing past us and clambering onto expensive bikes and rushing away, burning calories like a coal stove. My friends and I had just had a leisurely weekend ride by comparison, and we were sweaty and burned down. And this pleasant talkative guy munched and told us alllll about how he competes in this kind of thing all the time. He was in such-and-such a town two weekends ago and rode in some race or other, and he doesn’t have his bike with him today because he’s doing another race next weekend and doesn’t want to burn out, and while he unwraps a second energy bar, he continues to talk about what kind of bike he has and how he and his friends love to race.

You caught the part about the second energy bar, right? This guy, who looks like he’s in no better shape than me or Hubris, is nattering on and on, and in the course of watching the hotshots of the triathlon come in from their first loop around the trails, the guy finishes the second energy bar and opens a third.

We tried to be polite. We tried gently ignoring him. We tried having our own conversations in low tones. The guy had a message, though. His message was “I’m an athlete. I do these kinds of races, too. Just not today.” We got it. Point made. Go on, now.

But he had to put the finishing touch. “You’d think,” he eventually said, starting into his FIFTH energy bar, which he had also mentioned that he buys by the box, “…that I’d be skinnier, what with all the racing and stuff, but I just can’t lose the weight.”

Five energy bars while standing around watching other people exercise. And he doesn’t know where the weight comes from. Amazing.

Having gotten this off his chest, he finally waved, told us he’d be seeing us around since he does this kind of thing all the time, and wandered off. Probably going to make sure that other people in the crowd knew that he wasn’t just a fat spectator, but that he, too, did this kind of thing. All the time. Just like those guys who were just now riding in off their second lap and starting to leap off their bikes to run for miles.

What’s the takeaway from this kind of story? It’s okay to be incognito? A stealth athlete hiding behind a screen of no bike and an extra twenty five pounds? Yeah. Okay. I’ma go home and eat a chicken.

└ Tags: bicycle, bike, competition, Fat, fit, outdoor, outdoors, outside, run, swim, triathlete, triathlon
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Who’s the idiot on the right?

Aug07
by Greg Cravens on August 7, 2011 at 8:29 am
Posted In: Dirty Pictures

If I had a photo of me and Danielle Corsetto, of course I’d have run it here in honor of hordes of her readers coming to visit. This is the best I have as an alternate offering. I leapt into a photo of Dave ‘Sheldon’ Kellett and Scott ‘PvP’ Kurtz. If you read comics on the web, you already read theirs, I know.

└ Tags: cartoon, comic, comic strip, Danielle Corsetto, Dave Kellett, Girls With Slingshots, greg, Greg Cravens, hubris, National Cartoonist Society, NCS, PvP, Reubens, Scott Kurtz, Sheldon
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Maybe It IS easy being green

Aug07
by Greg Cravens on August 7, 2011 at 8:13 am
Posted In: Dirty Pictures

Like a lot of cities you hear about, mine has bought up a whole bunch of ex-train land and turned it into a nice greenway. I’ve ridden bicycles on it and longboards on it. It’s nice. It’s not as long as Boston’s, which my wife and I got to ride around on a few weeks ago, but it’s cool! Here’s an illustration I did for The Memphis Flyer for a related article. I thought I was cramming different users in the image to make the point of what the line was good for. Turns out it really is crowded on nice days.

└ Tags: bicycle, bike, cartoon, comic, county, cravens, Greenline, greg, Greg Cravens, hike, illustration, Memphis, memphis flyer, outdoor, Outdoor Galore Store, outdoors, outside, park, Shelby, skate, skateboard
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Boy Gorge- Part Six

Aug06
by Greg Cravens on August 6, 2011 at 7:39 am
Posted In: Lies Around The Campfire

I made a few more abortive attempts to get past the boulder and its attendant thorn bush. No go. So I started working my way up the Right Hand Wall again. I was kissing this stupid wall enough to think we’d have to marry. My skills were not up to getting up this thing, so I eventually found myself standing next to one of the pylons that supported the I-beams that supported the tracks. There was a little shade, and a little place to stand and time to reflect on what it would take to get onto the tracks from here.

The tracks, you remember, are easily got onto down at the train station. They touch the ground, there.

They don’t touch the ground here, they’re suspended well over the ground. Heck, I’m way up on this stupid rock wall and they’re still above my head. So, from the look of things, if I decided to take my last option and climb the ladder bolted up under the incline train tracks, here’s what I’d have to do: Belly up onto the top of this pylon I’m in the shadow of now. Get my balance. Walk, run, crawl or scoot out along an I-beam. Work my way over the tracks. Get onto the ladder, avoiding the big greasy cables that run along with it. Climb all the way to the top of the gorge.

Both simple and complex. The simple part is climbing a ladder. We’ve all climbed a ladder. It’s easy! Why wouldn’t I climb a ladder? Well, this one’s at a hard angle. I’d have to support my weight on my arms and my legs. Still, I could stop and rest along the way. But I’d have to GET there, and that involves scootching out along an I-beam that’s well off the rocky, thorny, rotten, stupid, WHERE THE HELL IS MY BOAT, MY PADDLE AND MY FRIENDS? DAMMIT, THIS IS NOT FUNNY!

After calming down, I more calmly and carefully explained to God (The great cartoonist in the sky) that THIS isn’t funny. Badly written. I said all this out loud to Him, and why not? I said all this very calmly and carefully because you don’t want to upset Him, not here and not now. So. Having said my say, I did what most people in a hard spot do. I climbed up onto a pylon to get a better look at what kind of gag he’d written me into. Okay, not what most people do in a hard spot. I’m just pointing out how hard a spot this is.

From the top of the pylon, the fall off the I-beam was looking pretty inevitable. Plus, my luck wasn’t going so well. Plus, there was a hell of a lot of track to crab-walk up even if I scootched out to the ladder, which looked farther away than ever, anyhow.

On the other hand, I thought, I can see up along the crack a lot better up here, let’s pick a route and see… Ahhh, nuts. The climb up this crack on terra firma (terra sonofabitcha) looks bad. Really, really bad.

So. Vertigo and head injury, or twisted ankles and broken limbs?

I had nearly decided to take the slow, painful death by rock wall, when the unthinkable happened.

The train started to ascend the track.

Okay. Train is moving. If I quit pissing and moaning, crawl out onto this I-beam as fast as I can, I can meet the train going up, grab on, swing myself onto it, and ride in comfort all the way to the top. Heck, this may even be that someone at the top has seen me and they’re rescuing me! This is GREAT!

Does this sound too good to be true to you?

Yeah, we’ll discuss that in part 7.

└ Tags: accident, adventure, cartoon, climb, climbing, cravens, greg, Greg Cravens, handholds, hike, incline train, injury, kayak, mountain, outdoor, outdoors, outside, paddle, park, River, rock, Royal Gorge
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