where do I begin....the loony that made me miss my flight home, the mysterious Bob, the planes only slightly bigger than crop dusters, grocery stores that have childcare rooms or the wonderful fudge from Van Otis. I can't leave out the beautiful colors that were everywhere
I had to take a picture of the olive cart for John. He loves olives.
Here she is the only reason I went on a New England adventure. My wonderful friend Lora.
This is the view looking down the road from the lodge. This mountain is behind the lodge. On Sunday morning when we left the top was covered in snow.
From the left-Lisa, newlywed Ericka, Laurin, Sara, Lora, Caroline and Jackie. I know I did not get pictures of everyone, I wish I had, cause Amanda walked around in her undies and boots.
It kinda felt like we were hanging out in a grandma's overstuffed basement. There was yarn and yarn and more yarn everywhere you turned.
The delicious fudge next to the ever so potent jello shots. There was a least as much knitting as there was eating and drinking. Many FOs were proudly displayed. Some UFOs were finished and there was lots of frogging and ripping to be had by many.
Sarah, Lora and Donna
This is Whiskers, the 17 year old yarn cat. He got a little wild too and snuck into one of the rooms and had himself a good time in the catnip stash. Oh ya Bob. Well Bob was another guest that was staying up stairs. He was the reason that some had to sleep on cots or share beds. We never did see him all weekend. But Lora and I saw his clothes everytime we went in our room. It was a tad creepy to see men's clothes and shoes in out closet area. See the yarn shop was down stairs and about 10 bedrooms were upstairs. I am not going to say much, bit it was no Motel 6. At least we knew that the showers worked in the Bates Motel. But these ladies could have had a good time in an ice fishing shack on a frozen lake.
Added later: I was in Manchester and Randolph, New Hampshire