After a great deal of anticipation, THE DAY finally arrived. Now all I had to do was manage a 10 hour drive — piece of cake.
Got the car packed up and ready to go. Clothes, books, electronics, food, spinning supplies, toiletries, pillows, blankie — everything I needed (?) for a 3 week stay at weaving school. We averted a near disaster. Once the car was packed, (no I did NOT need a car top carrier) I went up to take a shower and get dressed. Then it was just a matter of hugs and kisses for Lou and zooming off. As we were walking down the basement stairs I noticed the WINE and the COFFEE fixin’s at the bottom of the stairs — we ALMOST forgot them! HORRORS!
I had every intention of leaving EARLY, but spend most of the night after 2 am awake, so I had to sleep past sunrise — which is really unusual for me. After walking the dogs, doing my Tai Chi, making coffee and having Lou’s most excellent Buckwheat pancakes, we checked the LIST (how did we miss the coffee and wine???) & loaded up the car WITH the wine. After giving Lou lots of hugs and kisses I was pulling out of the driveway! BTW — Lou didn’t sleep at all — guess it was the coffee at dinner, the prospect of being without his split apart for 3 weeks, and some MILD concern about my drive. Though I am independent and fiesty, I haven’t taken …. well … ANY long trips by myself! (how in the world did that happen???) And … I kept asking him “do you think I can DO this drive???” Of course, he said, “sure, no problem” SO he might have harbored a few doubts — I know I would.
The plan was to stick to the freeway and avoid the google maps suggestion of driving all over the place, on Fred’s Road or Bob’s road. I took 90 East until it ran into 91 North — easy peasy.
I’m happy to report that, uncharacteristically for Sierra and travel, all went smoothly. Whew!
I listened to music in the morning, then started in on an audio book — Dune, my all time favorite Science Fiction story — of ALL TIME. Worked great! I stopped for RR breaks and gas and just kept driving – enjoying the scenery and the story. Unfortunately, because of the late start, I totally missed the welcome dinner at the farm. I went straight to the Water Street studio, grabbed a bottle of wine, the wine key and a glass, and had a lovely time.
Home away from home!
Many know me as Dakota Skipper -- that's my Cowboy alias. I LIKE to write and I like to share. Please enjoy reading about my frolicking fiber adventures!