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I’m running off with The Grand Poobah to the wilds of… well, a California campground where the biggest hazard will probably be beer cans. And groundskeet… erm, small children. Who, around me, are really only a hazard to themselves. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya. Happily, as we were unable to procure marshmallows of the variety suitable for roasting over an open flame, we should have absolutely no problem whatsoever getting a nice roaring campfire going to keep our toes toasty. Now that I’ve tempted the gods of fire and frost…