Holly and I had promised to buy an aebleskiver pan for JD and Erica (good friends of ours) as a wedding present. Some weeks (probably months) back I had a craving for some aebleskivers while they were over and that one batch I made had them hooked; thus it seemed to us we could make a fantastic wedding gift out of an unusual pan. Rather than just mail order a pan online we thought it would be more fun to take JD and Erica to Junction City's Scandinavian Festival where the local drug store has a booth and sells the pans right there.

The trip itself was uneventful as most short road trips are. However, since Saturday was Norwegian day I put Lumsk into the CD player and assailed my poor passengers with Norwegian Folk Metal. I can't say it got anyone in the mood as the festival looks at traditional Scandinavian music, dance, crafts, and foods, but I did my best. By some strange force of forgetfulness I didn't know where to turn off when I got into Junction City and before I knew it I was through the city and looking for a means to turn around and head back. It's common knowledge that when a man gets lost while driving a car all the other passengers will form opinions of where they need to go next and what turns to make; I had three passengers and sometimes three opinions. Somehow we managed to find the backside of the festival, then I was in search of some shade covered parking.