Easter

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.

Icelandic style.

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.