In the Deep Dark Woods

Well not quite.  These are actually the kind of woods I like.  The kind with paved roads and air-conditioned cabins and screened-in porches and plumbing and beds.  Civilized woods.  Woods that have been carefully maintained to be convenient and comfortable.  I don’t have much use for the other sort of woods (the kind with wolves and tents and snakes and cliffs).

I’m off at Salt Fork State Park with The Boy and his extended family.  They’ve all been coming here every summer for decades, and it’s become a much-loved tradition.  (I just realized I’ve been coming off and on since 1998.  Old…I’m very very old.)  I’m alternating bits of book work with campfires and card games and the consumption of alarming quantities of grilled meat.

Every now and then I’ve managed to sneak in a bit of knitting.  I finished the first of these this morning.  They are a simple, quick, lacy little project perfect for working on when you’re busy doing other things.  They’re made with Handwerks’ Sock Plus 8 in London Fog (which I love).  Alas, I left the second ball of yarn at home, so I’ll have to wait till I get back to start the second one.