I have a nice view from my balcony of the Old Fort across the river. During the year several weekend encampments and festivals are held there. I always know when there is an encampment, even if I don't see any people around, because they raise a flag. It varies from a 13 star US flag to a slightly later one. Sometimes it's a French flag. In nice weather I enjoy going over and exploring what's going on. In nice warm pleasant weather. Today's weather is not what I consider nice. It was sunny, sort of, but really cold. My friends know that I am a fair weather walker. I was surprised to see, rather early this morning, that there was an encampment going on. They were flying a US flag so I knew we weren't under attack but I did wonder why they were there at all. I didn't see any tents set up so I assumed everyone was huddled around fireplaces inside the fort. That's where I would have been. It turns out, according to the evening news, this is an annual winter encampment to learn how early settlers dealt with the cold. Burrrrr... I hope they had plenty of firewood. This exercise seems a little extreme but certainly not as crazy as those people who take the polar bear plunge. But that's another story.
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