The third weekend was splendid. Freezing. Clear. Full moon. Thousands of people.
It is my third Monday night in the tipi. It has been snowing all day. The tipi is extra warm for it. And the sauna even warmer. While making dinner (of penne with bacon and tomato sauce) I have accidentally heated the room to 115F. Lauren and I start shedding our winter layers down to our t shirts. There must be at least another 6 inches of snow outside since this morning. Tom’s hockey sticks and Viking shields still festoon my tipi. Yes friends, it has been a storied week of sea chanties (shanties?), bearded ladies, radio interviews, a visit from to men in orange jumps suits who lifted me by my feet over their heads to form a human pyramid (thus saving my life)…and Viking ball, Ice Golf, wood chopping poets, and a friendly visit from the ice police: “Is that your rental car parked in front of the tipi?” “Yes officer, is that okay?” “No problem, just making sure all is fine out here.” Then they rode off on their golf cart/snowmobile.
One more week, I’m just getting to like this.