Day Three: Mightier than Nimrod

The small platoon rose early and broke camp at the crack of dawn.

...Or perhaps a bit later...

The cool breezes and quiet plash of the waves on the shore were so peaceful that even once wakened, the adventurers paused in their campaign to enjoy the waters and ate a companionable breakfast together.

Soon after breakfast, however, they packed everything up and squished back into the car, intent upon bringing yet another fortress under their dominion.

Though they were determined in their missions, a sign appeared and sent them on a detour. (You know, sort of like an omen, but actually, more like street sign.) The hexagon pool seemed to be calling them. Adventurer #3 who remembered in past days expressing a desire to visit the hexagon pools was overjoyed when, on a whim, Adventurer #1 turn the car off the main highway and down a dirt road in pursuit of said pool.

This hike too the pool, though backwards by most standards (what is the deal with always going down and then back up here?) was short, the geologic formations were entrancing, and the water was cold. Not feet-numbing cold as Adventurer #3 was accustomed to in her mountainous home, but pleasantly chilly when compared to the warmth of the day.

The wildlife was even amenable to having pictures taken.

The adventurers even tried out their parachuting technique, jumping from some rocks into the pool. It might need a little more work.

After having enjoyed the pool and a bit of lunch, the team of 5 continued on their way, refreshed and ready for battle. Passing through a small village, they took stock of their rations, and, realizing the imminent possibility of starvation if more food was not attained quickly, they paused to purchase provisions for the remainder of their journey.

Continuing on their way, they soon caught sight of the objective of their quest: Nimrod's Castle. Hastening to climb the hill it was situated upon, they soon came face-to-face with the walls of the fortress. Working as a well oiled machine, they quickly scaled the walls, dispatched the guards and soldiers, and took control of the fort.

They surveyed their new domain.

They spent some time becoming intimately acquainted with the north east tower and with the more illustrious personages who inhabited their castle (i.e. rock hyraxes).

Then, with the hour growing late, they started to make their way back to their campsite, pausing only for important things like ice, hot chocolate, and firewood (which was gathered with the sole purpose of making their ride back to camp just that much more squished and uncomfortable...but ended up being useful for cooking their evening meal as well).

Again this night there was great enjoyment in the sea and around the fire as the friends rested and played and talked together into the night before quietly dropping off to sleep.