As you can imagine, this wasn’t a fire you want to stand around and warm your hands over. Things seemed to be going along as well as you could expect, until the smoke seemed to be changing colors. The winds shifted, and in my friend’s attempt to get rid of waste, she burned down the outhouse, art and all. Oh, and the worst of it was, because the fire turned its attention to easier wooden fuel, it forgot it’s original purpose and left that behind.