Well, I was finally chased out of town to start this trip. The "Madam" at Six Loose Ladies in Proctorsville shooed me on my way. Managed to NOT forget anything important, ....... at least I don't think I forgot anything important.
I want to thank all my fellow loose ladies. Six Loose Ladies is a fiber shop (yarn, wool rovings and batts, needles, books, patterns, classes, and comaraderie) run by a nonprofit organization called Fiber Arts in Vermont. All of us who work in the shop and run the shop are volunteers. It is a fun place and has become a fixture in our small community. While I'm gone, others are working my Saturdays and doing the computer recordkeeping, membership duties, and publicity. Thank you, ladies.
And yes, Tom, I cried before leaving home. Brody walked into the bedroom and saw the two gym bags I had removed from the closet (where I had packed and hidden them). He came out and gave me this pitiful look. All was quickly forgotten, however, when he got to go for a ride in the truck to Cavendish Canine Camp. He raced from the truck to the office, and yipped at Deb until she finally let him go to the back to play. Who needs Mom anyway!
We fly out of Albany tomorrow morning at 6:40. No snow expected this far west, but the coastal areas of the Northeast and Mid-Atlantic are getting hammered. Good luck getting to California fellow riders from the East!