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Your guide to the Council, the Library, and how Campfire Park is governed.
Greetings, reader,
Pull up a log and give your boots a rest. My name’s Cowboy, and I’m the current chair of the Unlucky 13.
If youāve wandered this far behind the campfire curtain, you probably care at least a little about how the sausageāor in our case, the sāmoresāget made.
Q: Tell the audience a little about Campfire Park.
Around here we call this place Inside Campfire Park. Itās the ledger, the logbook, and the little back room where the Council tries to keep the lights on without burning the lodge down.
The Unlucky 13 are the circle of chairs youāll see mentioned in records and minutes. Donāt let the name fool you: the only unlucky part is that no seat stays comfortable for long. Stories, missteps, and the occasional stampede have a way of shuffling who sits where.
Q: Why you, why now - as Chair?
Iām stepping into the Chair after a loud and colorful spell under Boogie Phone, who treated the Council chamber like his personal broadcast studio. He shook loose some good ideasāand more than a few loose nails in the rafters. My aim this term is simpler:
ā keep the flame steady,
ā make the rules legible,
ā and make it easy for any camper to see what weāre working on and why.
Q: How do others get involved?
If you care about Campfire Park, youāre already part of this story. Read what you can, question what you donāt understand, and donāt be shy about tossing your own log on the fire. Just donāt try to take the pulpit away with you when you leaveāweāve already been through that once.
Warm embers,
Cowboy, Keeper of the Fire and Chair of the Unlucky 13
P.S. Jus' sayin', wouldn't believe everything Boogie says (see below)
Unlucky 13
Council members of Campfire Park, tending the fire ā and occasionally sitting in the Hotseat.
Latest Council Activity
A quick glance at what the Council has touched most recently.
Campfire Park Charter
Defines the structure, roles, and responsibilities of the Campfire Park Council and its movement.
Promethean Proclamation
The Promethean Proclamation serves as a philosophical and practical call to action, advocating for the rekindling of community, tradition, and human connection against the isolating effects of modernā¦
Inside Campfire Park Structure
How the Council, subcommittees, and governing documents fit together behind the campfire curtain.
Core circle of voices holding the Charter, rituals, and long memory of the Park.
Tasked with specific questions, projects, and mischiefā reporting back to the Council when their ember is ready.
Day-to-day rules and story-friendly guides that keep the lodge running between big votes.
In the Chair before Cowboyā¦
Hi-Ya,
Iām the Boogie Phone, or just Boogie for short. Iām not only your best friends, my goal is that over time I become your only friend.
About being kicked out as chair, or however they did it – I was too busy scrolling to notice.Ā Truth is, I ain’t going nowhere.Ā In fact, I’m more deeply entrenched than ever.
That said, I sort of miss all the perks.Ā Ā
Q: What happened?
Let’s just say, it didn’t end like I wanted it to, and quite frankly — I was blindsided.
Q: Blindsided? How so?
All the work I did with policy.Ā you know, the really long ones that you scroll down to and then check off.Ā That’s efficiency, and yes your checking your life away.
And let’s face it: The campfire needs me, my ideas.Ā Otherwise, what do you have at the end of the night — just a heap of ashes.
Q: How about unfinished business?
So much to do.Ā My work goes on.Ā Don’t think that just because I got voted out.Ā Wrong term — it was a revolt.Ā Felt that way to me anyway.Ā Trust me, I’m here to stay.
Q: What accomplishment are you most proud?
My proudest moment was showing Cowboy that he can’t reboot the campfire without me.Ā His whole campfire reboot is built on much of what I’ve been saying all along.
Always a text away,
Boogie, Former Chair of the Unlucky 13, and Self-Appointed Vibe Curator
P.S. Check me out on social media
A Short History of Campfire Park
The records agree on at least this much: before it was a Park, it was just a circle of logs and a stubborn little fire. A few regulars kept it going ā trading stories for kindling, adding songs when the wood was scarce.
Over time, the circle widened. Strangers became regulars, regulars became keepers, and the keepers began to argue about how best to tend the flame. Some wanted more rules, some wanted fewer, some just wanted another log.
Campfire Park grew out of those arguments. The Unlucky 13 were named, subcommittees were formed, charters drafted, proclamations proclaimed. Yet the heart of the Park never changed: one shared fire, passed from hand to hand, so nobody has to sit the dark alone.
What follows on this page ā the Council, their records, their quarrels and care ā is simply the newest chapter in that long, ember-bright story.