If you could have seen the pile of brush I started with and then seen the resulting inferno once I got the thing started good, you would have an "I'm coming Elizabeth!" moment. Once that thing started flaming up i was out there running around soaking down the surrounding woods like some kind of Smokey Bear wanna be. It was scary there for a minute or two. But it all got done. It wasn't going to burn itself up until I got out there and did something and until all that got cleared out I ain't getting any nearer to a flush toilet inside the house. And my lady friend wants a flush toilet pretty bad after 3 years without one...