You will recall that my mother and I visited the Ole Bolle last September. Sara and I visited so she could see the marvel.
There was a private event at Nordic Northwest, but it didn’t specify that the private event was by the troll, so we headed over. The event appeared to be a wedding not far from the troll, but it hadn’t started yet, so we scurried by.
Sara compares foot size.
I take a picture of his face. He’s a bit more weathered than last year, as is expected.
Sara posing with Ole Bolle.
At the table in the cabin was some white wine and an envelope. I wondered if the envelope might hold the marriage license. We scurried away. Though another group was headed to the troll as we were leaving, so we weren’t the only ones taking a chance that day.