The scent of cedar, maple, and popple smoke hangs on Dave Boutette’s clothes through summer and into fall. So much so, he’s often teased by friends calling him “The Campfire Kid” while they try to make it to dawn around a circle of crackling log wood.
The special intimacy that only comes from sharing firelight is where Dave Boutette finds his home. So come on over, join the circle, sing a tune, or stir the coals. You’re welcome to hang until first light. Just be careful not to wake the folks in the tents.