Somehow the gold isn’t all

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Cabin

After dinner I went for a walk by lake Bodom with my two oldest daughters. Not a long walk, but it was nice to be out by the big lake anyway.

I tried to use the lyrics of the Finnish band Children of Bodom in the title of this posting, but I didn't find a single phrase which would have appealed to me. Not my kind of music. Instead, I used the poem The Spell of the Yukon by Robert W. Service.