Park Ranger Finds Massive Nest In Forest, Then He Looks Inside

"You’re resourceful, I’ll give you that," Brian said, rubbing his bruised shoulder. "But boiling resin sent a black smoke column high enough for the North Ridge tower to see it. That's why I'm here."

Ruth’s face went pale. "Are you going to bring me in?" "If I bring you in, those men will find out you're alive," Brian reasoned. "But you can't keep sending up smoke signals, or a fire crew will be out here by tomorrow."

"I need the pitch to seal the wood before the snow hits," she pleaded. "If I don't finish the roof, I'll freeze to death." Brian looked at the elaborate shelter above, then at the terrified woman standing before him. He unclipped his shoulder radio. "If you need to boil resin," Brian said, "you have to dig a Dakota fire hole. It pulls the airflow underground and burns hot enough to consume the heavy smoke. I can show you how to dig one."