Knitting on the Road

Okay, this is one of my favorite parts of going on vacation. I knit. Ken drives. We listen to books on tape, enjoy the scenery, stop at whatever place we want to explore or hike, and then I can pick up my knitting again. Whenever I go on a trip, the first bag I pack is my knitting bag. I use a carpet bag -- a big carpet bag. It even has a tapestry of cats on outside. But I need a big bag like this for yarn, needles, markers, etc.

Now you may ask why did I pack so much yarn for only three weeks? Surely, I didn't expect to use all this yarn in that amount of time? First of all, it could happen. It didn't, but it could.

Second, what if my mood changes and I need to knit something else? And I mean NEED. Actually that did happen. I was working on the gray and black kitty hat and I had to stop to make a red lacy hat. I can't explain it, but I HAD to make a red lacy hat. It was calling to me, demanding me to stop my kitten hat and start the red hat. It was so fortunate that I had the red yarn and correct size of needles along.

I worked on five hats during the three weeks we were gone, and I finished two. I finished one of the other ones the day after I got home today. It was one of the pussy hats for a friend so I am not going to post a picture of that one. The fourth I hope to finish in the next day or two so I can post a picture of that.

Stay tuned for more information about our trip and my knitting projects.

Drought? I thought this state was in a drought

Ken and I love road trips. We get some books on tape, put a mattress and blankets in the back of the van and take off. As long as I have my knitting (along with more yarn and needles than I will ever use), we could go forever.

We just got back from three weeks. We drove from our home in Colorado to northern California. And it rained. And rained. We tried to drive down the Pacific Coast Highway, but ran into a total of 13 road closures. As we were driving one of the detours away from the PCH, we encountered a slide that had to have happened only minutes before we got there. A car had just come by us, so they must have just gotten through before the slide. So we put on our lumberjack hats and move a tree from the road ourselves. A local man came by and he pulled out his saw and helped us. I told Ken that I wanted an adventure, but who could have guessed it would have been this?


We were able to continue on our way to visit our son Lorne in Los Angeles.

I hope to someday still drive the entire Pacific Coast Highway. More about our adventures coming in the next days.