As soon as the holiday season hit, lights sprang up all around Lost Harbor. Twinkle lights, snowflake lights, lights with colors ranging from vivid purple to holly red. Strings of lights outlined buildings in the historic downtown area. A few especially magnificent spruce trees were draped in twinkling lights.
Rune’s favorite was a classic old Chevy pickup on the way past the mudflats. Lights ran the length of the open bed and framed the windshield. A close second was the old-school bear cache adorned with brilliant white lights. Many of the boats in the harbor got into the spirit too. Lights hung from masts and lit up cozy little wheelhouses.
Anything to brighten up the long winter nights; that was how the farmer Max Bruner explained it to him. He’d even decorated his chicken coop with
