The drive was pretty awesome. I listened to music I wanted to hear, without any need to keep the volume low to protect baby ears. Prince figured heavily. I took a few moments to appreciate my surroundings. I stopped at Stew Leonard's, on the repeated ravings of a friend, and am glad I did (Ps: Rachie, next time you go, please return with a six pack of the Shirley Temple soda? kthnxbye). I paused for lunch and watched the world go by. I knew I'd get there in plenty of time, so I wasn't in a hurry at all. Before I knew it, I was in New Hampshire!
|Isn't it PERFECT? Exactly every shade of green!|
The setting was soothing, and the staff at RDC did everything to make our stay as comfortable as possible (ticks and bears notwithstanding). My cabin-mates were warm and welcoming, funny and fearless, and exactly my kind of people. We brought more alcoholic provisions than anyone was ever going to actually drink, but there was enough for everyone. Mother Nature was both accommodating and irritating, switching between perfectly lovely and rain. Happily, the forest caught the worst of the rain, for those of us
My instructors were enlightening and entertaining. I took a sock class with Stephanie Pearl-McPhee and learned a great deal more about sock construction and body proportions than I anticipated. I also took two brain-bending classes with Franklin Habit. This experience elevated knitting from just something I like to do to an intellectual exercise, and I want to do all the things at once now (even more than before). I also had the opportunity to chat with a few other instructors and hear about other attendee experiences, which makes me want to go again and take other classes.
Thinking back, I am filled with satisfaction that I did this great and awesome thing that I never would have done before. Next time, though, I think I'll bring my boys. I missed them enough to leave all this loveliness early and headed home Saturday afternoon.