We leave tomorrow! Wahoo!
I'm a little excited about Winfield. Hundreds of giant trees, (almost) nonstop music, and a solid week of nothing to do but knit. I am prepared. A trip to Yarn Barn netted the perfect Man-Sweater yarn. Cascade 220 in an amazing shade of deep blue, heathered with a touch of green. Ah! Couple balls of Trekking for some socks, new needles all around, and some roving for spinning. My camping preparations are complete.
Hm? Oh, yeah. I packed some clothes and stuff...soap...hairbrush...but the important thing is the fact that I HAVE YARN.
Every year, we bring back at least one great funny that makes the trip even more memorable. Last year, it was during the "good-byes", when our entire camp turned as one, yelled "Group hug!" and descended upon Himself. He began screaming, "It burns! It burns!"
The year before, around midnight, a bunch of us decided to stroll around the grounds (Wow, shades of Simon and Garfunkel!) to visit the Walnut Grove. Pitch dark outside, glowsticks in our hair. As a joke, S Said, "Hey, let's see if the food court's open!" A well-lubricated fellow making his unsteady way along the path piped up with, "Nooo, maaaannn! They're aaallll cloooosed. And I got the laaaaaast saaauuusaaage!" From above and behind my ear, out of the darkness, came the menacing voice of Himself: "Let's get him!"
The dude actually ran away from us. I wonder what's going to happen this year?