
I admit it. I like a bonfire as much as the next girl.
I like the smell of burning wood infused with the sounds of the ocean.
And let's be honest, there's no such thing as a bad s'more cooked over a bonfire.
But my husband, he really, really likes a bonfire. Specifically, he likes fire. A manly fire.
So for my cousin's post-wedding, celebratory bonfire no ordinary bonfire would do. We had to step it up a notch.
Thanks to Craigslist and a local man who has found a goldmine in converting old, washing machine drums to firepits ... tonight's bonfire was the mac daddy of bonfires.
Cue husband's grunts and chest pounding.





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