Here is another “casualty” of the windy weather we’ve apparently been having down at Roundrock. Along with branches in the road and trees snapped at their bases, one of the comfy chairs beside the fire ring wound up in the fire ring.
The chair was no worse for its adventure. A little bit of soot has scuffed a few places on it, but its sitting function is unmarred.
The heat and cold are more dangerous for these plastic chairs. They grow brittle and will snap if sat in too abruptly. Or if you’re throwing a stick for your dog and accidentally hit the chair with the stick.
The big box hardware store near my home in faraway suburbia (about three miles from my house according to my running watch, in case you wanted to know) stocks these in the spring, and we tend to buy a couple then to replace their counterparts in the woods that have cracked and broken into uselessness (or into butt pinching mode). There are better quality chairs and lesser quality ones. We’re happy to pay the few extra dollars for the better ones. And when we haul the broken chairs home, we can put them out with our recycling, which gives us warm fuzzies!