Still a little emotional about the Piss Crusader this morning, but I’ll try to distract myself with memories of Rhinebeck.

Jordana and I left my house at about 9:30 Saturday morning.  We figured this would put us in Rhinebeck well before 1 PM when the blogger meetup was happening outside of Building E, since Jordana had done a test run the week before.  We hadn’t counted on this (click to see it):

Jaywalking in traffic

Construction traffic on the Taconic.  Slightly out of focus since I was more concerned with shooting the Jaywalker socks I had just finished.  There’s a better picture of the Jaywalkers, but for right now it’s on my hard drive, since I apparently missed it in the upload to Flickr this morning.  Take my word on it, they are lovely, knit from Cherry Tree Hill’s Supersock in the River Run colorway in honor of Socktoberfest.  (And yes, Aimee, this is the “Thanks for the yarn!” yarn.)  We hit construction three times, including one fifteen minute wait only to find they were removing the cones we passed.  If that wasn’t enough to raise blood pressure, I don’t know what was.  The worst part was knowing that none of the construction had been there the weekend before – it was a total roadblock to prevent me from getting wool!  Bastards!!

We finally got to Rhinebeck at 1, then spent time parking in the mud (which factored in later), searching for Jordana’s missing hat, got partway to the gate and realized Jordana’s keychain was missing (she was just not having a good day), so backtracked down to the car and found it, then went back to the gate where I got in for the kids’ rate (apparently I looked under 12, hey, I wasn’t fighting it), and searched out a bathroom.  After all of that, it was edging onto 1:45.  I looked briefly outside of building E, saw nothing but a huge crowd (which I now know was the blogger gathering, but looked more like mass chaos since I didn’t see anyone I knew), and got twitchy.  By wool, I was going to get some Socks That Rock yarn or die trying.

I did not die.  Nor did I get the yarn.  By the time that we got there, they were down to colorways I was less than crazy about; although they were very pretty, none of them screamed “Julie!”.  We moved on, admiring wheels, roving, yarn.  I saw several wheels I liked, but since I am so new to spinning and have very limited experience on a wheel, I was hesitant to ask to try them.  Maybe I’ll have worked up the courage to try them by the time Jordana and I go to the Maryland Sheep & Wool Festival in the spring.

I did get to meet Cara (whom I recognized by her killer knee socks, as by that point in the day, my head was hanging low) and talked to her for a few minutes to get the hook up on how to order Socks That Rock from the Fold.  We also ran into Stephanie and Cassie who had hit the Rhinebeck wall just as surely as we had by that point in the day.  They had the game figured out, though and were coming back the next day.  Next year Jordana and I will be doing that as well so we don’t feel so completely overwhelmed.

At the end of it all, we headed back to the swamp where we were parked, helped push another car out of the mud (see, told you it would come back to the swamp), and were pushed out in return.  We made it into town for a bite of food before we drove back home, completely satisfied with the day.  And now, more pictures.

Thabiso Sheep
This guy reminded us of Jordana’s husband Thabs.

Posing just for me.


This was my special friend.  Two seconds later he came over and bowed his head down so I could scratch between his horns.

Hay at the top of the bin tastes better, I guess.

Godzilla Sheep

This sheep was a giant among sheep.  It came up to Jordana’s chest, and she is not short.  He sure did like to be scratched, too.

Moments after I took this, the subject spit on another girl.  Watch out, camelids spit.

Rhinebeck Swag

Rhinebeck swag for $60.  Not bad.  Click on the picture for details.

Fiber Stash!

I took this when I realized I have a fiber stash.  Click for details.

And there you have it, a Rhinebeck post.  I love this festival and will go back every year.  It’s that good.

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