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Robert Glassel’s long-overdue weekend in the Blue Ridge Mountains was marred Saturday night by the persistent smoke from his campfire, which he told friends was following him wherever he went.

The 19-year-old carpenter’s assistant from Wicomico Church, Virginia, has just whittled a marshmallow stick and sat down on a reasonably smooth rock next to the fire when the breeze shifted and blew an acrid cloud of smoke in his face.

“Hey, that happens.” he said. “So I moved to the other side and put the breeze at my back. But then the smoke turned and covered me again. It didn’t matter whether I was on the north, south, east, or west side of the fire – the smoke drifted my way.

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Even the time-tested method of dispelling campfire smoke – saying “I hate rabbits” repeatedly – didn’t work.

“Everything I brought on the trip smells like smoke,” he complained. “It even followed me home.”


The Adventurey Report is almost certainly not true.


Photo by cairn111


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Steve Casimiro is the editor of Adventure Journal. Follow him on Instagram at @stevecasimiro.

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