Today, we were joined by a triad of Newmans, a Truman, as it were. Today, it all came together. Shouts of “Hot Metal!” rang through the through the trees, followed by the glorious clank of metal, anvil, and hammer coming together in the anthracite-laden morning air. We maintained fire in our forges for most of the morning, and one forge held flame until we shut our site down for the day. Nakul, Ryan, and Bella kept working their forge until 2:00 in the afternoon. Everyone had successes large and small.