the viking will do

Last weekend the Scandinavian Festival arrived in Junction City, Oregon for its annual to-do. Since I now work in an office on the Festival’s main drag, I worked the Festival, remaining open as a baby nursing and diaper changing station. Saw lots of wee folk and their parents. Parents of a brand new little person are amazing. And funny. I won’t tell any tales.

Strolling a bit around the booths and events, I toted my camera, figuring I might find artistic shots behind the scenes. It turned out I was too hot to be much inspired.

I got the Norsemen singing. Dan Moore, up front, led a joke bit, “She Gave Me Lefse” (to the tune of “She Gave Me Fever”). Dan goes to our church. I’m sure he doesn’t mind being blogged about in Scandi silliness.

Wilting a bit on the way back to my air-conditioned office/nursing station, I paused to scan for some brilliant photo op. There was only a viking of interest in view. He seemed to hold up well in the 100-or-so degrees, even under his helmet.Did vikings ever face such warm weather? Hm. I guess now we know how one would look. Perhaps he wished for some lefse with ice cream.