According to Sarah, Friday the thirteenth fires are haunted. They're hard to start and they burn weird, more blue and not very big or warm. True to form that was exactly what happened on this spooky, chilly, superstitiously fun night.
Grandma Patsy was flying back to Virginia the next day, so this was our last get together before she left. It was a fun night of hot dogs, hot chocolate, donuts, Sarah's ghost stories and some running in a serpentine fashion. :)
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