
Usually, though, we end up settling for a swig or two of tepid-but-safe water from our ever-handy water bottles. Or, for something hot from a thermos. Or hottish, but tasting suspiciously of the thermos's last mission.
Enter the "Kelly Kettle." These lightweight battle-tested water boilers are made in County Mayo, Ireland. By a family-owned firm that does business all over the world. They've been at it for four generations, these Kellys, according to the blurb on their website [http://www.kellykettle.com/homepage]. If you send them an e-mail you'll hear back from someone named -- well ... "Kelly"!
Judging from the dozens of YouTube and blog entries, these Kelly Kettles over the years have inspired a near-fanatical following. I first learned of them from Tamia Nelson's http://www.tamiasoutside.com/] website. Then, two hours of "research" on the web convinced me life without a Kelly Kettle was hardly worth living. Day-trip kayak living, anyway. Possibly even dangerous! Why, think of the temptation to suddenly guzzle down a pint or two of un-boiled water ..... (Yeah, pretty weak, I know. Hardly persuasive. It inspired only a derisive snicker when I trotted it out at home .... )
But, in spite of protests from the family Bureau of the Budget, I ordered a medium-sized Kelly Kettle directly from the company, paying through PayPal, which is safe, simple, and eliminates the problem of exchange rate calculation.
The kettle arrived in just a few days. While I was traveling away from home, as fate would have it. All of that effort to train the UPS delivery truck driver to stop a bit down the street and toot quietly, was wasted .....
Just yesterday, I was able too give the Kettle its first test firing. Here at home, in the yard. Just in case. Not to worry. It performed beautifully.
Here's the Kettle and all of its accessories enclosed in the nice green carrying bag that arrived as part of the package.



At last, all was ready! I filled the kettle to just below its spout, religiously following the printed instructions. Back in the yard, I gathered several pieces of thick cardboard, some sticks and twigs, and a semi-soggy pine cone. We'd had a nice rain for most of the morning, so everything but the cardboard was fairly moist. An even better test, I thought!
I stuck a propane camp lighter through the vent hole in the fire pan and managed to get a piece of that bone-dry cardboard to burn. Almost immediately, a satisfying plume of whitish smoke rose from the kettle's chimney. I punched the "start" button on the stop watch. This test would be a total success!
Encouraged by the impressive plume of smoke, I shouted for my wife, the aforementioned budget director, to come out to watch before she missed the whole performance. "Why?" she replied. "One of us has to work. And don't burn down the house with that thing!" "That thing" said it all.

I repeated this exercise until the propane lighter refused even to spark. Let alone light. And the driveway was filled with the acrid stench of partially burned paper. That smell raised humiliating childhood memories of church camp lessons in how to start a campfire. Lessons I never mastered. The very same smell. How could one forget!
Well, nothing for it but to begin over. I dumped the charred cardboard on the damp grass near the driveway and gave it a good sprinkling of water. Refilled the kettle, and re-built the fire. This time I simplified everything by balling up two sheets of typing paper. And placed them individually in the bottom of the fire pan. To avoid the tightly-stacked-cardboard syndrome. I then sprinkled twigs, leaves, and other near-dry lawn debris atop the balls of paper. Reserving the larger twigs to drop down the Kettle chimney once the fire started.

So, is the Kelly Kettle worth it? I certainly believe it is. What an addition to one's kayaking kit. I can hardly wait to try it out next week while camping at Modoc, South Carolina, on the shore of Lake Thurmond. I may even bring along some prepared foods to cook atop the kettle in that attractive aluminum pot. Who knows! Maybe even a hot dog for the little grill. It looks perfect for that applicataion.
