Scott brought a bag of wood and we soon had a fire going sheltered against some rocks. We cooked pølse (hot dogs) and marshmallows, gathered sticks, conquered islands, scaled rocky hills, and gave ourselves Viking names.
This area is where the largest viking ship was built centuries ago, and it's easy to feel history calling from the fjord. We stayed until the sun dropped low in the sky, then took the long way back home, choosing which of the houses in the neighborhood we should like to move to. The smell of the campfire lingered in our clothing, and now we can truly believe that summer will come again.
On top of that pole is our lookout, Anna's purple kitten, "Sparkle Kitty." Tonight, Sparkle Kitty earned a name: Sparkle Kitty Walks-Through-Fire. Use your imagination to figure out how she got that name!