Crowds are definitely down at Hostfest this year. The main cause, I think, is lack of accommodations for the large tour groups which usually show up. But spirits are high, or at least not low. Everybody seems to be happy that they’re carrying on with the festival at all.

My combat success has not been signal. After I did my first fight on Wednesday, I made the decision to switch to the battle axe as a weapon. It’s kind of ironic that I’ve become the designated axe man in our group, since I’m probably the most attached to the sword, emotionally, of all of us. But I’ve got the most training with the axe, so it’s up to me to figure out how to fight with the thing, and pass the information on. My problem is two-fold–plain unfamiliarity, plus the fact that I tend to lose my grip on the axe haft. I never lose my sword, unless I’m actually injured. But I have a hard time keeping the axe in hand with my protective glove on.

Did win one fight, though. There was also an interesting moment when my mighty axe blow embedded the weapon in my opponent’s shield so firmly that I couldn’t get it out again. Exciting for the spectators, though I got killed.

Ragnar’s hip is hurting him, so I’m mostly fighting with the boys, ages 15 and 19. Not bad for a 61-year-old coal chewer (a saga reference. Look it up).