"Somehow"

Greetings to all!  It's me, Mags. The other morning, we took a hike up to The Top Of The World.  It was cold and blustery, so (obviously) we had a blast.  I decided when we got to the cliff, Ragnar and I should strike serious poses.

"Hey, Raggi!  Do your serious look!"

"I claim this land in the name of Polargold's Einherjar!"

"Oh.  And Polargold's Margaret Thatcher, too.  Sorry, Mags.  I was feeling very Viking-like!"

"No sweat, Raggi.  I wish we had better lighting, though ..."

I mean, it looked COLD, which was awesome, but if we're going to pose, I want us to have really cool lighting.  So this morning ...

We headed out for what Mom and Dad thought was going to be a Colbert Hills loop.  It was really beautiful out, though; we got out right before sunrise, so we hit the "golden hour" lighting.  I sent a mind-meld message and "somehow" we ended up at The Top Of The World again.  "Somehow."

Once up at the top, I hustled everyone over to the edge of the cliff:

"Wait for us, Mags!  Mom was taking a picture of the sunrise!"
"Hurry, everyone!  Follow me!"

We got to our lookout point, and the posing came naturally:

"Now this is beautiful lighting. Strike a pose, Ragnar!"
"Are you getting this, Mom?"

What a beautiful morning it was!  I'm so glad we "somehow" ended up at The Top Of The World!

Yours sincerely,

Margaret Thatcher