
Just arrived home from the northwoods, it's still very dry there. The trees are really beautiful, color around Goodman is at or close to peak.
My friend Betty went along, for the total Goodman experience......
A short trip, but fun.

Here is the purple potato after cooking. 



Nested among the "hens and chicks" plant, they beg the question, which came first, the hens, the chicks, or the eggs?
Yarn, processed fiber, spinning equipment, etc. This year we looked at all that stuff, but I really enjoyed the SHEEP part of the Sheep and Wool Festival. After spinning for many years, I finally got to see what the breeds of sheep look like.
I can identify their fiber, but now I have a few faces to put with fiber.
How would you like to meet this one in a dark alley?
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While I was contemplating Dave made more than coffee. The cinnamon rolls appeared at the same time as the KNITTERS HANDY BOOK OF PATTERNS.
Like the good girl I am, I did a gauge swatch and measured it. The only measuring instrument at our cabin in the woods happens to be a yard stick, but it works.
In addition to measuring tools, I neglected to bring along any short circular needles or double points that I might need to knit a hat. I improvised using two very long circular needles.
Time for another color.
Here is the view from the porch where I planned to spend the day knitting.
Of course, by this time Dave has started his own chores. He spent the day painting.
Time goes on, the hat grows, the coffee turns into Diet Coke. What is that? A skein of Cherry Tree Hill sock yarn has appeared on the porch, along with a box containing sock needles. mmmmmmm.....................



The ferns are drying up earlier than normal.
I have had my eye on this pink rock for more than a year now. Mostly, Dave just drives by and says "There's your rock". I really want to bring it home. This trip Dave indulges me and offers to show me how heavy it really is.
My muscle man couldn't lift it. He could barely move it.
The rock stays.
I am OK with that. It was the "effort" that counted.
We brought home this rock instead. Very sparkly!
How about the size of this rock????
Maybe I left my camera in the woods or in the truck, but somehow I neglected to take anymore knitting photos until bedtime. By the time I was ready to turn in, I had turned the heel on the sock, the hat remained abandoned and I could feel my feet again. (I did finish the hat today, on the way home)