The end. Three brush piles up in smoke. A tiring dirty job.

Turned out to be a lot of work. I had two old piles and one that I piled up over some burning gas soaked newspapers. One of the old piles was full of cedar branches which were so soggy that they wouldn't burn unless I deconstructed the pile and remade it with the soggy cedars placed over a part that was burning well. But it is built into our genes to be fascinated by burning fires. Sure am glad I didn't have to rub sticks together to try and start them.