Hello! How are you? I am fine. This morning, very early, I left my sister's house and traveled to the airport to catch the plane that took me to Manchester, New Hampshire. I think it is only my second time in NH, and I'm pretty sure the last time I just drove through it on my way somewhere else. (Kind of like Saskatchewan.) It looks quite a lot like northern Ontario, but a little gentler--not so harsh or barren. Maybe it's the birch trees. But other people said it reminded them of Georgia. You know, it has a lot of trees, rocks, hills, and lakes. I guess a lot of places are sort of like that. In any case, lovely.
In Manchester I met the people I was sharing a rented car with. They were easy to find because they were knitting. Of course, that didn't mean it was definitely them because there were a number of us knitting on the plane--all headed to Squam. In fact, while getting off the plane, I saw that Franklin Habit was sitting just two rows in front of me the whole time!! (I probably didn't notice him because he is rather short--a little surprise since I've never met him before. I really enjoy his blog; that's how I knew of him.) There was another man with him whom I didn't recognize right away, but was pretty sure was John Mullarkey. I wasn't familiar with his work before I heard about Squam, but I knew I would be taking a weaving class from him. And there he was--right on my plane!
|I wasn't going to do this, but apparently|
I can't stop myself. Outfit for Day 1 included
the hand knitted Pencil Sketch Cami. White
blouse for traveling? Why not!
An hour's drive got us to Rockywold and Deephavens Camps, where Squam was taking place. I was surprised to see on the sign that the camp has been around since 1897, and learned later that it was where On Golden Pond was filmed. How cool is that?! A lot of people mentioned that they felt like they were in the movie Dirty Dancing. It was a really neat place.
First thing to do was to head to registration of course. We were greeted with smiles, name tags, a tote, and free yarn from the "qiviut" sponsor, Purl Soho.
Next was to stop in at the cabin to drop off my stuff. While the rest of my car mates were in another cabin, I was in Everest.
|Instead of thinking of the arduous climb up the|
mountain the cabin was named for, I preferred to think
of it as Ever-rest. (But not the dead kind of ever-rest.)
There were lots of screened porches. This was the large one downstairs:
Once I had my stuff stowed, I noticed there were a couple people enjoying the warm sunshine on the dock
On the way back from dinner we saw the most ambitious yarn bombing effort:
After dinner and a little break, we went to the "opening ceremonies." It was an ambitious title for the low-key event, but it was fun to gather all together. We must have had 200 people in the "Playhouse." Harriet Goodall, who was teaching a basket weaving course, made this lighted heart basket to greet people:
Then back to the cabin to get to know each other while knitting and crocheting in the living room with a nice toasty fire. I'm not proud to say I was the party pooper and first one to head off to bed (at only 10:15 or so) because I just could not keep my head propped up any longer. Fortunately, I didn't actually stop the party because I heard a lot of lively conversation and laughter as I fell asleep.
Wish you were here!