Chloe was thrilled with the idea. Hot dogs, s'mores, and a fire seemed to be quintessential American experiences that she didn't want to miss. Like so much of her time up here, she seemed to absolutely love event; although she wouldn't try the Reese's s'mores because she hates peanut butter.
We didn't build the fire up too much as we didn't plan on being out for too long. Instead, it was a small, comfortable fire that roasted hot dogs and marshmallows to perfection (and sometimes beyond). Although I now thoroughly smell of wood smoke, it was a pleasant way to spend an evening.