It was late afternoon before we were once more crossing the narrow promontory that divided the main shoreline from the rocky outcropping that Frór"s cabin was built on. The day was still warm, but the breeze off of Lake Superior was chill, and I finally wanted that flannel shirt I had been wearing around my waist all day.
Of course, I couldn"t put it on without taking the pack off first. And I would need help to do that.
I was so not ready for this kind of journey.
soAs we drew closer to the cabin, I was surprised to see my grandmother wasn"t sitting outside, waiting for us. My black cat Mjolner was outside, but I wouldn"t call sprawling out in a patch of setting sun waiting for us. Particularly as he didn"t even bother to lift his head as we walked past.
I opened the door and called,
