As promised, I'm back today with two pictures of Dale from our Maine vacation. First…
I’ve had blog posts floating around in my head for days, trying to organize my thoughts and stories from my trip west. But, honestly, how do you get all of that into a post or two? I know I can’t. Please be patient as I work my way through my memories and photographs of this wonderful trip.
So, to start. I flew from Providence to Chicago. I looked for Oprah during my brief layover but I didn’t see her. Damn. I left Chicago behind and flew to Salt Lake City. I had a window seat and was able to snap a sky photo for Sandy.
See that? It’s the sky from above the sky. Pretty slick, eh?
Once in the airport I spotted Margene. Everything good thing you’ve ever imagined about Margene? All true. And then some. Really. After less than 5 minutes I felt like I’d known her my whole life. And our friendship just grew from that point. So cool. Anyway, enough gushing about Ms. SL, UT. We hung around the airport for a bit and before long Birdsong arrived. Again, instant friend. This blogging thing sure is cool.
Can you guess where we stopped first? Ummm. Yeah, it was a yarn shop. Forget Temple Square or Salt Lake or any tourist destinations. We were bloggers on a mission because Birdsong needed Trekking. I might have slipped and bought a skein or two of sock yarn myself.
From the yarn shop we headed to Margene and Smith’s warm and welcoming condo.
I met Moxie and Murphy and we chatted until Smith came home and then all went to dinner. At dinner we met up with Susan and Camille, a friend of Margene and Smith’s. Great food and possibly great conversation. I’m not sure because the folk guitars were too loud for me to hear much of what was said. I did figure out that Susan is charming and smart and funny. And that was enough for me.
Friday morning, up at the butt-crack of dawn to drive to Colorado.
To be continued . . .