Feeling a bit traveled-out.
So, I hunkered down at the base for Easter, instead of running off on a wild excursion.
It snowed every day, but we avoided the dreaded cabin fever.
By hiking, a lot.
And we cozied up inside with fires and movies.
Tegan turned 22.
Henning and I made a mess in the kitchen of french toast and Dutch hot chocolate.
Our hot tub is has a chimney and a fire box.
It is good for toasting marshmallows and viewing sunsets over the islands.
I was getting a mullet so Tegan helped me cut the back of my hair.
"You know we are REALLY good friends. You are naked under a garbage bag
and I'm cutting your hair with Biltema scissors, in a shower stall."
The essence of YWAM.
Easter morning involved
North american dancing through the living room, naps and sunlit, snowy explorations.
Lydia made lamb for Easter dinner.
I came downstairs the next morning and found her gnawing on the leftovers.
A true Viking.
The week ended with fishing, in which,
Lars caught some strange fish while Henning and I soaked in the richest of golden hours.
(These lovely photos belong to Henning)
A most delightful stay-cation.