…overall was pretty awesome. The highlight? Getting our engagement photos taken by Carole (which involved driving to the complete other side of the state which was cool because I got seafood for dinner! AND awesome photos! AND a day with a good friend! AND a nap on the way home! hehe) Wanna see?
Aren’t they awesome? Many thanks, my friend. :o)
…my vacation was filthy with it. For the most part I just sat with my wheel or knitting and soaked it in (or tried to avoid it, depending on how many legs it had…) Once in a while, though, I did remember to break out the camera so I’d have something to show for my week and a half of camping in the Adirondacks. ;o)
On Saturday, Cookie mentioned that RR dragged me on a hike. Up a mountain. She was right.
He brought me up a ‘short walk’ to see Buttermilk Falls (ETA: these falls are in Lake Luzerne/Fourth Lake, NY, not Ithaca)
Just for the record, his idea of a ‘short walk’ and mine do not coincide. Buttermilk Falls? Is on this hill:
If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was trying to kill me.
I did think it was very cool – the falls flow down a section of solid rock that is very slick when wet – RR says it makes for quite the natural water slide when you’re a kid and can bounce, not so much when you’re a grown-up. ;o)
After the short walk hike, we drove into the town of Lake Luzerne to see where the Hudson River begins:
RR took these pictures. Want to know why?
Yeah. I don’t do heights…or bridges. I made it three steps out and froze, he dragged me back and took the camera out of my white, shaking hands to take pictures. For the blog. He also did not laugh at me. It almost makes up for the short walk hike. Almost.
…and happy to be here. Let me sum up the past few weeks:Weeks away: 3
States driven through: 10 (11 if you count my trip to W.O.O.L.)
Miles driven: 4,465
Tomatoes in garden when we got back: 20 million
Number of tomatoes that are red: 3
Pounds of zucchini and yellow squash waiting for our arrival: 10 billion
Pounds of squash taken away by friends and family: 3 Amount of cucumbers waiting for our arrival: Unknown Amount of cucumbers taken by friends and family: ALL OF THEM. (dammit)
In case you all forgot (that was kind of sarcastic, I mean, how could you forget? I haven’t been able to shut up about it), we drove to Wyoming and back over the course of the past few weeks. I still haven’t uploaded all of the pictures and I’m working on it, when I have them up I’ll let you know so those who are interested can check them out. :o)
We arrived home last Tuesday, I had one day of somewhat normal crammed in between WY and W.O.O.L. I
left for Lake George on Thursday morning and arrived at Wiawaka in the mid afternoon – after completely forgetting to stop to get water to share (doh!). Tina and Harriet greeted me at my arrival and I settled in for three days of spinning and relaxation. (btw, that’s the extent of my linkage, other than Jess, Risa, SeeKay and Kim I can’t remember who all was there and the blogs thereof, I’m sorry, my memory is shot…feel free to yell at me in the comments if I’ve forgotten you!)
I thought I would spend my time there balancing my attention between spinning and knitting however, I ended up doing more spinning than anything else. It’s easier to do when talking, not as hard to lose your place than when you’re knitting. ;o) I managed to finish up the Fruit Salad roving purchased from The Loopy Ewe, washed it (thanks to Diane’s magical bucket and her foresight to pack Eucalan), thwacked it, dried it and am now halfway through a pair of socks:
I also tackled one of my Grafton batts:
I decided to go with the ‘rip and ball’ approach:
and ended up with 100ish yards:
Not sure what I’m going to do with it, but I’ll marinate it for a while and see what it wants to be.
Want more W.O.O.L. pictures? Here you go:
Seriously, this week flew by way too fast. Good thing I already had a picture all ready for ECF:
Now, I’ve been gardening in some form or another since I could walk – my grandmother was a firm believer that children were put on this earth for free labor so I learned at a very young age the difference between a weed and a bean plant. Another early lesson was how good peas taste right off the vine – and that when you are eating those peas and grandma starts screeching your full name for all the world to hear, it does NOT mean she wants you to come over to see her so she can give you a hug.
You would think that in my 30+ years of gardening that I’m not as easily impressed as, say, a first-year newbie. However, this would be wrong. I am just as excited when my seedlings pop through the soil to see the light of day for the first time (YAY! I didn’t kill them!!) and I had never, ever, encountered a purple pea blossom before this year. There’s a first for everything – and they still taste just as good, though I do miss grandma’s screeching just a bit. ;o)
p.s. If anyone is looking for something fibery to do this weekend and they’re in the Catskill, NY area on Saturday, this shindig is looking very promising. ;o)