Out of the Woods
Oct 15, 2019
4 minutes
By Robyn Ross
My team has one minute left to start a fire, and I’m holding our last match. We’re in the woods, sitting on a forgotten concrete slab. I scrape the match against the rough cement and, miraculously, it lights. Cupping my hand to protect the flame from the March wind, I hold it against the little pyramid of sticks I’ve built with Austin residents Kevin Woodling and his 11-year-old son, Jonathan. The flame licks against one of the thin oak branches in our pile as the match begins to wither. Just as our instructor says our time’s up, the flame peters out.
My poor record at starting fires is one reason I’ve
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