It's almost 7:00 p.m., dark and icy cold and I am feeling a tad guilty for being snuggy warm while Bill and Mark are off to the barn to see/ride? the horses and Walter is orienteering in his double layers of pants, socks, and mittens.
Today Bill bought another Norwegian necessity, attachable rubber soles with steel cleats, which Walter is using for orienteering. And, yes, Mom, we'll make sure you have a pair when you come.
When Bill and I made our way down the hill today, it was rather treacherous, but, from I hear--and our Wisconsin relatives will have to compare--the Norwegians have mastered the art of weather navigation. For every weather related obstacle, there is a remedy.
The photos are from a class field trip Walter took to the fylkesmusèet where they studied the stone age. The raw meat you see is moose. I'm not sure what the story is behind the taxidermied fox.
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