This post will be rather arcane unless you live in certain regions. I was on an archaeological excavation on a rather windy and barren Wyoming plain.We were cold and seriously windchilled. The various little campstoves made lots of coffee and hot chocolate as people scurried into sleeping bags. There was little vegetation, BUT what was there had been converted by these large herbivores into another product. Dry, it made a rather pungeant but warming fire. I further worried my colleages by supplementing my thin ensolite pad with a substantial layer of the also insulating material. Come morning said herbivores had grazed near us. I was performing my morning ablutions downwind from one magnificent Ta Tonka. Near sighted but with a good nose, he never gave me a second wiff. <img src="/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" />