Return to Easton Mountain
Last time I was here I wanted to return soon, but it has taken us more than three years to arrange another visit to Easton Mountain. Our purpose is to attend the Adirondack Fibre Festival in nearby Greenwich NY. I was so wound up leaving work yesterday that I forgot my glasses, then left my headlights on in the supermarket parking lot and had to call CAA for a boost. We drove through pouring rain and the last several hours in darkness. The weather settled down by the time we arrived at 9:45 pm. We were welcomed by dripping trees, a strange night racket of insects, the algal smell of the land-locked lake, and big hugs from Dave, the adorable fibre enthusiast who lives at Easton Mountain Retreat Center. Unlike the previous visit, we have only a small handful of knitters here this weekend. Last night sitting in the great room I dug into my Cobblestone Pullover, breaking a long knitting hiatus. Then I had unusually bad insomnia probably due to the intensity of the past 24 hours. I finally got up at 5:30 and came back to the great room. Back in Guelph it has definitely turned to early autumn, even though the fall colour still hesitates to appear. Here we are enjoying a muggy last taste of summer. The morning sky has turned steel grey. I'd go for a walk but the ground is sopping and I only brought one pair of shoes.