But finally we arrived at a camp ground with nothing but a bunch of hippies and the remainder of Owen's work group. This guy who looked homeless started directing the group and explaining the fire walking process. This is when I realize WE were supposed to walk across fire...and HE was the one leading us to do it. NO WAY was the first thing I though of...there was NO WAY this homeless, cigarette smoking guy was going to convince me to walk across burning coals. All the other hippies there were super into it though...so I don't think they appreciated our sacrasim about the whole situation. The homeless leader attempted to give some motivational words (nothing he said made sense to me) and then had us chant crazy stuff while breaking things with our necks.
Finally, 4 hours later (that's how long it took for the fire to burn down so that's how long we were stuck out in the middle of no where with the creepy hippies) it was time to walk on fire. I was still not convinced I would walk away 'ok' and 'one with the earth', so I stayed back and took the pictures (I know...I'm such a wuss). So again, the chants started and they all walked in a big circle around the fire. That's when people started walking (or running) across. Owen did it a few times and thought it was awesome (he only had a little burn on the bottom of his foot where the hot coal stuck to him after wards). So at least it turned out to be an entertaining Friday night. And now Owen likes to tell people he walked on fire.