Thanks Killie. I am in Norway, away from home... again. That really made me smile. Funny how a simple camp fire can make nearly everything right.
While in Japan a few years ago, I had something happen that I thought was something else. On a Sunday, my day of rest, I took a walk thru (I believe the town was Tokushima.)
At the edge of town, and below and just to the side of my hotel, maybe 100 yards away, was a hill. Formerly it held a castle and was built up as a reinforced battlement. Since more time than I have been around the castle was destroyed and the hill reverted to wild. The person at the desk of the hotel told me of wild dogs that lived up there.
This Sunday morning, I looked out of my window and saw two dogs, likely the "wild dogs" in a large clearing on the hill so I thought I would take a walk to include the perimeter of the hill.
I got maybe half way around and heard a squeeky whiny noise ahead. I snuck in and found.... a small light colored puppy, maybe 6 weeks old, had rolled off the hill. I squatted and looked at it, wondering what to do. Something made me turn, and just 50 yards away, up a severe drop off from the hill, was momma dog, just watching. I took that as a cue and got up and walked away, about 25 yards and quietly hid behind a tree. Momma dog came down and grabbed her puppy and back up the hill she went. I was happy, momma dog was happy, I am betting puppy dog was happy.
I walked no more than 50 more yards and a baseball sized rock rolled down the hill, almost to my feet. I am fairly certain it is a chunk of some sort of petrified wood. Was it a gift ? You can bet I have it at home now.
ChuckC