Gus started the motor on the first pull.
They left the rental car—keys in the ignition, sorry to the next tourist—and scrambled down a muddy embankment. There, tied to a rotting post, was a small, bright red skiff with a 15-horsepower outboard. A handwritten sign in Norwegian said: “Lån meg. Returner meg.” Borrow me. Return me. alt for norge 2005
“We’ll never make it,” Lena said, checking her watch. “The Olsens are probably already eating waffles with their long-lost cousins.” Gus started the motor on the first pull