My heart has stopped beating so fast and the adrenaline is sinking a bit. I did my first pit fire today. I’m not sure what time I started, but I lit it at 11 am. It was already 70 degrees and the wind had picked up a little. The bottom layer was juniper splinters and newspaper, then my work wrapped in newspaper, and then horse poop, followed by mostly juniper but a little oak. I lit it and it started burning right away. It was then that I started thinking, “What am I doing?” There was no red flag, but it was hardly ideal conditions to burn. My heart started racing. The first 5 minutes seemed SO LONG. The fire was well contained within the chest-deep pit and the flames were barely visible above the edge. I wondered if anyone could see the flames or smoke. A spotter plane flew right above me. “Some idiot down there is burning in their yard,” they probably thought. I wonder if they radioed my location. I can see the highway through the trees and see lots of travel trailers going by, but no fire truck. I’m holding my breath. Okay, breathe I let it burn 45 minutes and then decided to put roof tin over it to make it a reduction fire instead of adding more wood. So I did, and put some rocks and dirt on it to hold it down and seal it. It now smolders no more than a BBQ grill. At 2:45 I took the tin off the fire. I hope nothing cracks. I did that because I thought it might just all turn black. I can see a couple of pieces all covered with ash. They don’t look broken, so far. The next day, I pulled the pieces out of the ash. Nothing was broken or cracked. I got a nice, but minimal brown effect from the salt-soaked rags I wrapped around the pieces. And there was some black from the rags and the smoldering fire. All in all I am satisfied with my first pit fire. Next time, I’ll add rock salt to the fire and put more wood on. BARREL FIRE- SEPTEMBER 2008 |