If it was possible to choose a favorite part to our camping trip, I would have to pick the night we had our campfire. We gathered driftwood from the coastline, cleared out a spot next to the beach, and sat around our cheerful blaze for the evening while enjoying a warm meal. It was the first time I'd cooked a hot dog over an open flame, and scorched marshmallows with graham crackers soon followed. We ended the merry night with worship songs and the waves crashed next to us in their own melody. All we left was a pile of embers, but to me, it was so much more.
This post is the bittersweet ending to the Laupahoehoe series. It's ending off with a video. Enjoy!