Inside the teepee, a very nice woman clad in some type of “Native” ensemble asked, “Yinz guys want to make fire?” while her “Native” daughter scoffed, “Sorry Mom, I just have a lot of ‘tude right now.” It was all very authentic I am sure. Anyway, the “Native” mother offered us twine, some polyester, flammable material, a flint stone and another rock. I managed to make some sparks fly, but I never achieved real fire. I’m not sweating it though because in the wild, I never would have had all those accoutrements. I’m still screwed in the sense of survival, but I’m not a failure in terms of teepee living based on this “authentic” demonstration.

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