I’ve been reading a bunch about the Transcendentalists this year. My favorite story so far has been when Thoreau, that venerated essayist whose writing championed simple living and a closer relationship with nature, accidentally started a wildfire that threatened to burn down his village.
In 1844, Thoreau and his friend were camping and fishing along the Concord River and stopped to cook them for lunch. Soon after lighting it, the fire spread through the dry grass and burned out of control as the warm, southwest wind fanned it along faster than they could put it out.
