Chapter 19
After we all suited up in oilskin bib overalls and knee-length jackets and then headed out the backdoor, I admit I started to get a little less anxious and a lot more excited. I mean, I remembered just how blown away I had been the first time I had laid eyes on the Viking ship, and I had already known there was a village of descendants from the Viking Age living a stone's throw away from Runde. I could only imagine the looks that would be on my friends' faces in about ten minutes.
But that excitement didn't make it much past the end of the meeting hall's back patio before dying away again. Because the trail beyond was steep and treacherous in the best of weather. And the strengthening storm was far from the best of weather. Even I, who knew the trail well, was having some trou
