Faster Than My Shadow

Heading out for what became a four point seven kilometre forest hike. We ended up finding four caches, all for some reason relating to trolls. One was near a giant's kettle (we looked this translation up, so I hope it makes sense), which was quite dangerous.

It was a hole, several metres deep and maybe one by one wide, in the rock, made by a circulating stone during the ice age and now filled with water. Mum saw it just seconds before we stood at the edge of it.

Mum was real proud of me today. Most of the hike was terrain or small paths in completely, to me, unknown territory. She called me Adventurous Explorer, which is great praise coming from her.