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Making Fire Any backpacker should know how to make a fire drill or a fire saw, what woods will produce friction coals and what woods won't. You should also know what pieces of technology you're carrying that might provide the essential spark in an emergency. If things go terribly, suddenly wrong, you're likely to have bits and pieces of civilization lying all about. A battery and a piece of wire will make a spark, and a spark properly nurtured makes a flame. It would be a shame to freeze to death with a GPS in your pocket if you botched your last match. Might be rough on the GPS but you could rig it to start a fire. There is usually a way to get a fire going with what you have. Many compasses have magnifying lenses -- on a sunny day that lense will start a fire. Proper tinder is essential -- you can burn a hole in white notebook paper with a magnifier's beam but that's not enough to make a flame. A white cotton ball won't even scorch. If you really are good with a fire drill, a shoelace might make a decent bowstring to drive it. I think this might be the last thing I'd try, because I've worn out a lot of cordage trying to start fires this way. I'd like to keep my shoe laces for my shoes, if possible. All through the procedure of trying to build a friction fire I'd be cussing myself for forgetting to bring my lighter. Easy is best. |
Most of us aren't going to be marooned on a desert island without matches. Actually we won't even need to build a fire when we're out camping. I used to do that all the time, years ago. When I was a kid growing up feral in the woods, building a fire was almost a ritual. I felt that doing it right, with one match and in any conditions, was a mark of skill and maturity. That briefly carried over into my first years of hiking, when I still felt that a campfire was an essential part of camping. Then I got interested in backpacking above the treeline where there are more rocks than fuel. I bought a campstove. Up above the treeline in the snow, you probably won't find ready sources of firewood. I quickly got out of the habit of automatically building a fire as part of a camp. In many places fires are now banned, and not just because too many times the fires get away. Too many people gathering fuel puts too much load on the ecosystem. Living without a fire isn't so tough. That doesn't mean you should abandon all knowledge of primitive fire, or get lax in that craft. When you need those skills they had better be sharp. The more common issue today is finding a campstove that makes the best sense, and if you combine that with a reliable fire starter, you're all set for most situations. You have the campstove for everyday needs, and the firestarter for an emergency campfire. I use a Svea 123 stove that runs on white gas. A little bottle of gas about the size of a diet soft drink will give me enough fire for two hot meals a day for two people for a week. It works in arctic temperatures and on snowpack even at high altitudes, if you know some simple tricks. The Svea can be nervewracking to start if you are new to it, but it's dependable. My stove is almost forty years old and still running on original parts. I don't expect it to break, even though some unexpected falls over the years have put a few dents in it. I won't trade it out for anything else. The Svea isn't the best answer for everyone. Alcohol stoves are light, cheap and quiet. Wood fired stoves work fine, using debris no one will miss. Canister stoves may be the most efficient. For me, the Svea is still the winner in the give and take game of choosing gear. Some don't like the Svea's hissing roar, but I've come to associate the sound with hot tea on a cold morning and a warm meal while I stamp the cold out of my boots. It's a wilderness noise, like the wind in the pines. I'd miss it. |
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For me, the Svea is still the winner in the give and take game of choosing gear. Some don't like the Svea's hissing roar, but I've come to associate the sound with hot tea on a cold morning and a warm meal while I stamp the cold out of my boots. It's a wilderness noise, like the wind in the pines. I'd miss it. |
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