Ready to hear about the rest of my stay in Utah? Let’s go!
Saturday morning we were up early to head to Alta Lodge for the Rocky Mountain Knitters Retreat. We arrived in time for a delicious breakfast, checked into our rooms, and then headed for the deck to spend our time knitting. It was gloriously warm and I cast on for Wandering the Moor with that new Madeline Tosh.
At lunch time we were served beer – another local one for me – and yummy sandwiches and the afternoon began to pass all too quickly.
We knitted and chatted away, took a break to shoot some fun photos of our newly completed shawls (you already saw mine last week) and by 5pm we were ready for cocktails and cheese and more conversation. This was all followed by a delicious dinner, more cocktails and conversation, and then bed.
Sunday started with an amazing brunch and then Bloody Marys. There was more knitting and chatting but Kym’s departure was weighing heavily on all of us. I spent the early part of the afternoon tracking the Patriots game on my iPad and then continued to track it – and screech at the climbing score of the Pats – as we headed to the airport.
There were quick hugs goodbye and I’m pretty sure both Margene and I felt a bit bereft as Kym walked towards that departure gate. We rallied, though, since we still had time together, and the rest of the evening was passed in fine style. Margene and Smith made us a delicious dinner, which we shared with Cheryl and her husband. There was, not surprisingly, more knitting and conversation.
Monday morning was spent relaxing but then at lunch time we met up with Cheryl, toured Smith’s garden, and went to Lone Star where I finally got to have their awesome fish tacos. We visited the library and then headed to downtown Salt Lake City where we toured the temple grounds and walked the streets for a bit.
The flowers were amazing and it was a glorious day to explore the city with my friend. We toured another canyon and then rested up a bit before a wonderful sushi dinner where we were joined by Margene’s friend Shelley, who is so much fun and such good company. It doesn’t hurt that she drives a fancy sports car, either, and we ended the evening touring some of Salt Lake City’s posher neighborhoods in style.
All too soon it was Tuesday morning and time for me to head to the airport. I was anxious to see Dale but terribly sad to leave Margene and the mountains. Still, I boarded that plane full of awesome memories and content with all I had done and seen. I’m already planning my next trip and I sure hope that one includes Dale.