About an hour later, I needed something from the garage, and had to walk past the small bucket that I had dumped the charcoal in. That bucket in fully engulfed in flames and there was a lot of smoke coming of it as well.
It was a great way to spend the morning. When everyone arrived, there was a good bit of smoke in the house, thanks to some wind that was whipping the by-product of the cooking process right in the sliding glass door. I suppose I could have closed the door, but it smelled so good!