Benjamin from Brothers Campfire here.

My son recently graduated from highschool and I now have two adult children living with me. They are both employed and learning who they are and what they will do with their life. At the moment, they wish to keep their lives private and I respect that.

The change from raising children to watching them become adults is particularly frightening.

I identify primarily as a father and that will  be my role as a man until the day life fades away.

There are rules in our household that are not negotiable. Church attendance is mandatory, dinner is at 6 pm, and unless discussed, everyone must be home before midnight.

Life appears to be unfolding all by itself. Here are a few examples:

-I bought my son a dirt bike for Christmas and he demanded that I get one for myself so we could ride together. Frugally, I started looking for low powered, low price options. My son, a 17 year veteran of life, would not accept this and in his own words informed me that I would not be representing my household on a set of weak wheels. I procured a proper dirt bike that met his exacting standards and got a motorcycle license. The licence and the support were unexpected. I didn’t expect my son to be fiercely proud of how I present myself. He is somewhat reminiscent of A.A. Milnes Disobedience.

-We needed a way to transport these vehicles and started looking for a trailer. I was able to find a durable one for 250 USD. This was a bargain. I have been using it on the side to get additional side jobs. My son will also need it for his projects. As a newbie, learning to back a small trailer has been an experience and I broke the taillight off when using it.

-This repair required a weld and I started calling my friends. Fortunately, I was able to get it repaired quickly and at a bargain. The welding process appeared straight forward and I thought to myself that it was probably something I could do on my own with the proper equipment. Several days ago, I was purchasing an ammo can to mount to my dirt bike when I saw a flux core welder for sale. After researching, I picked it up.

-While practicing with the welder, I made a flower out of nuts and bolts. My daughter was very excited about this and painted it. Embarrassingly, she gave the slag spattered piece to my mother in law and wants me to make more. She is making a Pinterest board of all her favorite weld projects.

-Gardening is my strong point. I can grow groceries, skin a buck and run a trot line. Currently, I have grapes, raspberries, strawberries, plums, Nanking cherries, potatoes, squashes, garlic, and onions. In addition to other vegetables, I have a wide variety of herbs growing. Recently, I started raising perch and looking to dabble in crayfish. Recently, I was able to procure a large liner for pennies on the dollar. While I haven’t started on it, it is a potential project.

-While working on my garden, some teenagers from a local group home provided me with unique challenges. I complained several times and informed the home that I would be contacting law enforcement. They asked me to volunteer. I was fingerprinted and processed, and now I get to work with some youth in my neighborhood. Also while working on my garden, 5 local children asked if they could come over to “the farm”. They asked if I remembered them, and I did not. Apparently, I gave them pumpkins a while ago. After contacting their mother and getting my daughter involved, I allowed them to check out my backyard. I have not been a child for a while now, and it was a joy to watch them catch snails and minnows in my mini ponds, climb my tree, throw axes , and otherwise occupy themselves with out door endeavours.

As stated, life is unfolding on it’s own.

Even though I haven’t been posting, I have journaled privately. On occasion, I have written for my employer, but they are undeserving of such excellence. For a while, I thought of giving up storytelling, but some will not let me fade away. Recently, a coworker asked me to write a princess story for her birthday.  I hope she enjoyed it and I hope you do as well.

Hello, my name is Simon. I  was employed as a butler/housekeeper of sorts by an inventor named Maurice for quite some time. Maurice was a good boss and it is rumored that he wants to be a space cowboy like Elon Musk. He definitely has the drive and intelligence.
However, Maurice’s love life reads straight out of a tabloid. When adults  live the fast life,  children are affected and it breaks my heart.

Among the stepchildren, Maurice has a daughter named Heather.
Many times, it was my job to schedule Heather’s appointments and get her there, so we spent a lot of time together. Heather was the sweetest little girl. She loved poetry and astronomy  and her favorite color was purple. From an early age, Heather keyed in that I stuttered on occasion and took the time to listen. I appreciated this from her.

I called Heather’s mother a prick, but not for the reason you may expect. She engaged in street pharmacy, and  when she was trying to get pregnant, she would stick herself with a needle and wish for a daughter with creamy white skin, dark cherry lips, and raven black hair.
She was a bit of a druggie.

Mother’s wish didn’t come true and Heather was born with brown hair and brown eyes.
For the early and formative years I was compelled to take Heather to the beauty salon where she was caked with white makeup, red lipstick, where her hair was colored black. Her clothing was tailored and she wore a lot of blues and yellows. Heather hated it, and her mother berated her for not being exactly what she wanted her to be.

Frequently, her mother called her dull and stupid.  Maurice wasn’t too fond of this behavior, but he was timid and didn’t stand up for her .
Due to an overdose, Heather’s mother passed before her time.
Heather felt this was her fault that her mother overdosed  and kept up a sort of goth look in memory of her mother.
Maurice  married a new chick named Grimhilde Tremaine. She heard voices when she didn’t take her meds.
She had two older daughters from a failed marriage. They were named Anastasia and Drizella. They didn’t get along with Heather and bullied her to no end.
When dad wasn’t around, Grimhilde and her two daughters would tell Heather she was crazy and made her do all the chores. Heather didn’t complain and maintained her dignity.

Grimhilde possessed a large mirror that she laid on a table. She used this to cut lines of cocaine and doll herself up for raves and such.
Strangely, she would look in the mirror and say a bunch of weird things like,
“Mirror Mirror, on the Table, Tell me,
Who is the most dumb and unstable?”
In a creepy voice, Grimhilde would reply to herself,  “you are, Grimhilde!!!”
Grimhilde would then exclaim,
“Nooooo! Heather is the most unstable!” 
It was very clear that Grimhilde’s inner dialogue was a bit rattled.

Obviously, this was offensive to Heather and she struggled to maintain her self worth.
Despite the hard living, things went pretty well for Heather and she learned ballroom dance, proper etiquette, sewing, and other skills via private lessons.
These small successes didn’t sit well with Grimhilde. The night of Heather’s high school graduation, she stared deeply into her mirror.
Whether the mirror spoke or if it was Grimhilde, I will never know, but I heard the words  “Kill Heather, Kill Heather!”

That afternoon, Grimhilde instructed me  to kill Heather and take out the trash like a good butler.
After talking to Maurice, he agreed Heather should go somewhere, but he wouldn’t do anything about it.
I lost respect for Maurice that day.

Before you judge me for not calling the police, ask yourself how many wealthy people get arrested. I would wager there are not very many.
I made a few phone calls to my contacts. After telling Heather she had an appointment,  I told Heather she would need to lay low for a while.
Obviously Heather was frightened and shocked. I cannot imagine how betrayed she must have felt.
Short King’s Bar and Grill needed a waitress, and there was an apartment up top where she could sleep until things calmed down a bit.

The Bar and Grill was owned by seven brothers. Their parents were hippies from way back. I grew up with these guys and trusted every one of these short bearded manlets.
Their names were Bashful, Doc, Dopey, Grumpy, Sleepy, Sneezy, and Happy.
Like I said, hippy parents.

Heather grew up doing more than her fair share of work growing up, and she was ambitious. Quickly, she tightened up the place so well that they put her in charge.
Heather put Bashful on the cash register for practice, Sneezy on sanitation, Grumpy on table bussing, and Dopey on the paperwork. She believed in staff development.
Heather had difficulty sleeping because the brothers made so much noise playing video games late into the night. Heather stole their controllers and despite the men being grown, she read them bedtime stories until they fell asleep.
Heather recalled that her fairy Godmother read her a poem called Little Orphan Annie. It was the Seven Manlet’s favorite bedtime story.

It didn’t take long for Grimhilde to discover Heather was still alive. One day, she was talking to her mirror and asked,
“Mirror Mirror, on the Table, Tell me, Who is the smartest and most stable?”
The mirror replied, “Heather Colleen is the smartest and most stable.”
Heather wasn’t dead and Grimhilde was furious with me. I was fired from my job the same day and there wasn’t a peep from Maurice about it. So much for thinking Maurice was a good employer.

Anyways, Grimhilde went down to the Short Kings Bar and Grill disguised as a bag lady. At some point, Heather set her Dr. Pepper down and Grimhilde slipped something in her drink. At least that’s what it looked like on the CCTV.
The seven manlets thought she drank too much giggle juice on the clock so they drug her up to the loft upstairs to sleep it off.
Well, Heather didn’t sleep it off, and Doc did what any responsible manlet would do; he called an ambulance and she was brought to the hospital where it was determined that while her vitals were good, she was in a coma.

Time passed and Maurice got a restraining order on Grimhilde and her two daughters. He was too weak to file for divorce because he didn’t want to lose any assets.
Upon reviewing the CCTV, Grimhilde admitted to poisoning her step daughter and was charged with attempted murder. She pled manslaughter or something like that and was sentenced to four years in the slammer.
Meanwhile, Heather lay in a coma at a local care facility with a feeding tube and pulse/oxygen meter on her index finger.

As fate would have it, a tall, dark and handsome travelling nurse rippling with muscle happened to be on the third shift. He smelled of wood smoke and cedar and his full head of hair complimented his piercing green eyes. Among other patients, he took Heather’s vitals, and when his shift was over, he hopped on his Harley-Davidson and rode off with the rising sun to parts unknown. He was a real stallion.

As reality would have it, Elmer, a 52 year old custodian, had a thing for garlic and showered only when he had to. It was rumored that he wasn’t allowed near schools when they were in session, but that was just a rumor. His balding head sweated as much as the seat of his pants.

He was changing a trash can liner when he saw Heather. He admired her youthful appearance and went to take a closer look. Heather’s lips parted awkwardly at the feeding tube.
The custodian smiled and stood near the bed. The teeth he still possessed were nicotine stained.
He thought to himself,
“I deserve a little kiss.”

As their lips touched, Heather sat bolt upright and screamed hoarsely because her throat was dry.
Elmer quickly fled the scene as a charge nurse rushed in to see what happened.
Disoriented, Heather tried to remove the feeding tube, but the nurse calmed her down.

Heather recovered and went back to work with the Seven Manlets at the Short Kings Bar and Grill.
She stayed in intermittent contact with her father.
Elmer the custodian found Heather on social media and began stalking her. After deleting her socials, he went away and she lived happily, but not ever after.

This was because she was fresh out of high school and had a whole life ahead of her.

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September 30, 1979 – December 26, 2025

I met Chantelle Mae Adamache, also known as Cryptameria in July 2018 on an android game forum called Resources. 

The game involved something I enjoyed; outdoor activity. You walk around looking for virtual minerals to build a virtual business empire.

Believe it or not, the game involved.…acquiring resources. 

A real world resource I possess is the ability to compose poetry. So, I discovered on the forum that if I wrote a few lines that rhymed, players would pay me in-game cash to write about them. 

I used the tagline, “To all ranks and stations, a poem for your donations.” When I would log in to the game, players would greet me as “the Bard.” 

This provided me with more in-game resources and cash than if I actually played the way it was intended. I ended up on the high score table with this method.

Within the forum, I met an animal control officer named Stewart from London and an artist named Cryptameria from British Columbia who were close friends. 

They encouraged me to write a character sad, hurting, and full of rage. I gave it some thought, and The Beast was featured. As the game was ongoing and I always needed fresh material, I wrote the character’s mood based off of the Lunar calendar. If the moon was full, he was confident and if it was waning, he would fall into depression. 

As online things go, some writing requests from players exceeded my level of comfort. 

I developed  a character named The Brother. The Brother laid down the law in the forum. He prevented the Bard and Beast from getting carried away. Everyone hated The Brother.

After playing a while, I outgrew the game but became attached to my new acquaintances. I left a goodbye and provided an email address.

Cryptameria and a few others reached out and encouraged me to write an online story about the Bard, Beast, and Brother. 

I was a little overwhelmed, but Cryptameria, a University of Victoria graduate, provided me with the tools to get started. My initial chapters were written on a shared Google document and on Blogger, and most of my readers were from Resources. 

In December 2018, With a notepad and clicker pencil, Cryptameria shared artwork depicting the Bard, Beast, and Brother. I was thankful and a little amused that a classically trained artist would use these materials as a medium. 

During this time, I learned that Cryptameria had been living with a man that was physically abusing her and she fled, homeless and unemployed. Off and on she slept at a hostel but was terrified of being assaulted and subsequently slept outside. On December 20th, 2018, amidst rolling seas and falling trees,  hunkered under a park pavilion,she weathered the worst windstorm in recorded British Columbia history.

Cryptameria alluded to a small cash flow providing her the means to pay for small expenses, but was unable to find housing or employment.. I encouraged her to pray about her predicament .   

Initially unaware of the circumstances, I cannot express how humbled I am that someone surviving the winter outside would take the time to provide me with writing advice, let alone draw me a picture.

Around this time, I began to know Cryptameria as Chantelle Mae Adamache. 

Cryptameria means hidden places. There were no hidden places in my interactions with Chantelle. 

In lengthy emails, Chantelle trusted a stranger with her life story. It was a tale of perseverance from an abused little girl to an adult impact statement of sorts to the horrors of the film industry.

Given her experiences, and her time as a film actress in her twenties, Chantelle was understandably anti-Hollywood and passionate about women’s rights especially in the film industry. 

Chantelle was very spiritual and in trying to find her way, explored a few paths with great enthusiasm. 

During my time of knowing her, she experienced Cornerstone Pentecostal Church in Victoria, British Columbia and was baptized in Jesus Name, receiving the Holy Ghost. This was a turning point for Chantelle and she found work and housing. 

Estranged in many ways, Chantelle desired family connection. 

She made me promise to never let her go. I made a pact to be her brother and have stood by that pact ever since. 

The relationship between Chantelle and I was one of siblings. 

With a resume chock full of biological younger sisters and “adopted” sisters in a church family, I am quite familiar with the role.

Chantelle was a loyal little sister and in our correspondence she told me “I love you fiercely, Brother.” 

A proud Canadian, Chantelle Adamache was a fan of the Leafs, checkered shirts, lumberjacks, Maple Syrup,Victoria BC, freedom of speech, and  importantly, the stupidity of cows.

I learned to pronounce the word  “about” correctly and learned the proper spelling of Colorful Colorado to be Colourful Colourado. 

Chantelle’s impact on my life is undeniable. 

Though struggling to meet her basic needs, Chantelle never stopped encouraging me to write or be successful. I cannot even comprehend it. 

I continued to write and my viewership on Blogger grew.

I pitched the idea of a website to my father, and I began feverishly tweaking paragraphs and self editing. In August 2019,  the first chapter of the Ongoing Tale on Brothers Campfire made its debut. 

Without Chantelle, wouldn’t have met such characters as the Bard, The Beast, The Brother, Wispy Sapling, Violet, or Watchman Wayne.

I would never have known the answer to the question:

“What is a snail without a shell or a beast without his forest?”

Simply, and profoundly, the answer is nothing. 

Chantelle’s art is posted prominently on my website and in my office. I would never have experienced a literary journey without her. 

Chantelle is a testament to the ripple effect. I am a better man after meeting Chantelle. 

There were oceans of depth in Chantelle Adamache’s blue eyes. 

Still waters ran deep.

In February 2025, Chantelle informed me that she had a life altering medical condition and that she had a short time. 

Two weeks before Christmas 2025, she thanked me for helping her respect herself, informed me she made peace with her family, that she loved me fiercely, and was ready for Christmas. 

Communication Ceased.

Chantelle’s last video log a well thought out goodbye. She said she was exhausted and needed some rest, wishing us all a happy holiday.

Fearing the worst,  I started looking for an obituary. 

The day after Christmas, she fell asleep and never woke up.

Chantelle, I cannot bear that you are gone.

I love you fierce, little sister.

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Benjamin from Brother’s Campfire here!

Training for a Marathon has been a tougher decision in my life.

Here are the stats so far

Distance for 2025: 803.5 Miles

Time on feet: 171.5 Hours

Runs: 88

Average distance per run: 9 miles 

Average Speed 13 minutes per mile

I will likely hit 1000 miles by the end of July, 2025. 

By race day, I am projecting to have run 1400 miles to train for the Colorado Springs Marathon.

For various reasons, going the distance is a lifestyle I am accustomed to, but wow, this is tough.

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Last week, I ran 46 miles and am off to an excellent start with 20 miles under my belt for the week.

My run was predominantly near where I live, and I was visited by one of our neighbors along the way.

To my knowledge, it is some sort of rattlesnake, but nope rope is scientific enough for me. (It has a triangle type of head, and I observed a rattle on its tail.)

Well, that’s all for now.

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Last week, I ran a total of 45 miles.

Slowly, I am working my way up to 50 miles per week by incremental load to my plan.

Today’s run of 15.5 miles was consistent and mostly uphill, good marathon training if you ask me.

I would have run longer, but an IT band wasn’t liking it, so I called for a pickup.

Slower, easy miles on long runs save my joints and muscles and allow for lactic acid to be processed as I go.

For long runs, I eat 100 grams of carbs every hour as long as I can stomach it. When it makes me feel sick, I drink more water and eat a little less.  I mean, hey, I am doing something tough, so why not sweeten the pot, right?

In seriousness, consuming sugar slows down the inevitable crash that will happen when your body feels it is out of glycogen in the muscles.

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Colorado Springs began free bus rides for the summer of 2025. Obviously,  everyone (taxpayers?) is paying for them, so I encouraged my son to try his hand at navigation of the routes while it is free.

He did, ending up in Manitou, Colorado, and climbed the Pikes Peak incline, returning home. It isn’t my story to tell, but I am pretty excited he did it.

My day included marathon training. Today’s run was an 11 miler, a 5K, and a mile run. All told, I ran 15.8 miles / 25.4 kilometers.

I spent some of my miles in the Jimmy Camp area of Fountain Colorado.  While beautiful, it lacks the hills required for day to day training.  I am not sure if you need an account, but if you want to see some runs I have completed in the past, they are recorded in my Strava.

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I wrote a quick story for Pooja Rani, my niece.  It may be continued as I left it open. I am placing a lot of emphasis on her as she is at the crossroads of her life in a few areas, and she needs to know she is loved, appreciated, and encouraged. Hello Pooja!

Marathon Training

Currently, I am focusing on running the Colorado Springs Marathon, which is a distance of 26.2 miles or 42.195 kilometers on October 4th, 2025.

I have never been much of a runner, but I have hiked quite a bit since I was younger.

My goal for the year was to hike 50 miles in 24 hours, and I began training in January 2025 by strengthening my legs and building endurance by climbing stairs on a stair master and wearing a weighted vest on hikes.

I had completed a similar hike covering 36 miles in 2020, failing the first attempt somewhere between 21 and 23 miles in.

My first attempt with this adventure revolved around a misunderstanding of nutrition. My second try, which I completed, was poorly fueled as well, but I didn’t know this. You can read about my adventures here.

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Adulting and other interests distracted me for a while. From 2020-2024, I tried my hand at powerlifting, pottery, blacksmithing, gardening, beekeeping, community work, story writing, axe throwing, knife defense, ground fighting, and a bunch of other things I forgot. During this time, I had a job assignment change, I was in two car wrecks, my daughter graduated from high school, and my wife had a severe stroke and recovered quite a bit. I made a lot of headway in life and burned and built bridges.

2025 called for a reset, and this is where I circled back to my goal of 50 miles in one day. While stair mastering, my sister called, and I tried to manage talking and stepping. My sister is on the smaller side and had a record for track at CSU Pueblo for a while. I told her about my goal.

“Have you thought about running a marathon then transitioning those skills into running 50 miles?”

As stated earlier, I am not much of a runner and could never get away from bullies. This has influenced a bit of honey badger, “stand your ground,” into my psychology.

Running has never crossed my mind, but after my workout, I Googled, “Marathons Near Me,” and while I am not typically impulsive, I paid the registration fee.

My first run was on a treadmill on February 10, 2025. I jogged four 15-minute miles at a pace slower than my 4.1 mph/6.5 kph stride. It was unsurprisingly painful and miserable.

Practice makes better. As of today, I have run 615 miles/ 989 kilometers with my longest distance at 20 miles. This is somewhere in the average of 40 mile weeks.

Importantly, I have focused on how runners and cyclists are fueling their adventures over long distances. Using this information, I have acclimated my gut to being able to consume about 100 grams of carbs per hour in the form of simple sugar. In addition, I am trying to ensure I have electrolytes by consuming bananas, taking magnesium in the recommended amounts, and consuming table salt at around 500 milligrams per hour when I am running.

As I go along, much of this will adjust. For instance, I am not sure if I need that many carbs or if the salt intake is dialed in, but I am making headway.

I have established some baselines, and today begins 18 weeks of training. It is Sunday, and for me, that involves two church services at Heritage Pentecostal Church and lots of eating. GOTTA train that gut.

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The Evil Princess Chapter 2

Picture frames from the Dollar General are an inexpensive way to showcase items of commensurate value.

Logging in to my personal email at work, I pulled up the PDF of my deed to one acre of the Sea of Serenity.

Using company ink, I printed up the 9 dollar PDF on Staples recycled copy paper and set about trimming the 8.5 x 11 stock to 8 ×10 so it would fit in the frame.

Despite mediocrity in craftsmanship, I placed the curio prominently on my desk for all to see.

Owning land on the moon made me proud as If I had become a Scottish Lord or had found a new acquaintance in a wealthy Nigerian Royal.

Bob from accounting, a fellow eclectic and bigfoot enthusiast, loved my little decoration.

“That’s pretty neat bro, have you read the Haunted Mesa by Louis L’amour?”

“No”

“Great book! It is like a modern western in Anasazi territory with bigfoot travelling through time and space in a portal!”

“Ha Ha, Here we go, again Bob, more bigfoot stories! Have there been any recent sightings?”

“Glad you asked! There was one in Detroit in a greenbelt area that…”

Though annoying, I always gave Bob the floor when he started talking; when a project needed funding it was him you went to.

I zoned out for a while, nodding my head at key moments and trying to appear interested.
After a while, I wondered where I could find a portal to disengage from Bob’s monologue.

“Listen, Bob, hold that thought for a moment, I gotta use the restroom.”

“ Sure, but let me get to where I was going with all this. Just like the Anasazi Ruins and Bigfoot, The government is hiding so much about the moon, it is unfathomable. When you get online, you should look up ancient cities on the Moon. I read an article in the Mirror about it once.
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“I’m dancing Bob, I got to pee.”

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