I know, I promised this last week, but I’ve been very busy. The kids’ room has some good progress on it but I still have to finish up the curtains (which are very cute and not all that hard to make, it’s just a pain working with the blackout lining!), get Chris’s desk sold and out of there (any locals need a nice desk?), put shelves and clothes bars in the closet, and find a door for the closet. Yeah, it might be a while. But they’ve been playing so well up there, not so much fighting as they do when confined to the downstairs. Here’s hoping that lasts.

Anyhow, on to the contest. Holly of HollYarns suggested this for my contest theme and I thought it was great, so we’re going with it.

I want to hear your vacation stories – something funny, something terrible, something incredible, whatever memorable vacation you would like to tell me about, I want to hear it. If you have pictures to share instead of or in addition to a story, do that too! I think a link will have to suffice for that, though – I don’t think one can post images in a comment here.

The prize, which I’m sure is the most exciting thing here: Two skeins of Merino Sock from Northwoods Dyeworks* in Sundae (you can see it knit up here).

This stuff is nice and soft! 245 yards/50 grams per skein, 100% merino (superwash!).

I may find something else to tuck in with the yarn, some stitch markers or something, I’m not sure. I will choose one person at random from all submissions on September 1, so you have until midnight Central time on August 31 to get your story in.

I’m eagerly awaiting your stories!

*I can’t recommend these folks enough – they dye pretty yarn, make some awesome tie-dyes, and are just really nice folks. Libby is working on an online shopping cart, but in the meantime you can call or email them to order.


  1. Chris said,

    August 22, 2007 at 8:26 am

    Getting caught in a hail storm in the Black Hills while I was in my car was very intense – it sounded like the end of the world, like the hail was going to come through the roof of the car. And in the end? Maybe 4 dings, not severe enough to bother with insurance. But oh! SO scary while it was happening.

  2. Nia said,

    August 22, 2007 at 8:39 am

    Last month my husband Jim and I went on vacation to my parents house on Lake Superior in Michigan, my brother, his wife and my friend Michelle all joined us up there. The second purpose of the trip was to buy my grandma’s 1997 Buick and get the license and registration. Once that was done we were cruising in the Buick to Tahquamenon Falls. (
    At the falls my family said: “I’ve had enough nature. Is it time for beer?” and the phrase “beer:30″ was answered when someone asked the time.
    So after nature and beer we are cruising back home in the Buick and my husband finds a cassette tape in the glove box and pops it in the player. He says he will take it out if someone can guess what the horrible music is. We guess a couple of things, then try to forcibly remove it from the player. After a couple minutes of pushing and grabbing and I believe the people in the backseat held him down I got the tape to eject all while still driving. Jim then yells “NO CAPTAIN AND TENNILLE FOR YOU” and throws it out the window. So somewhere up there is Captain and Tennille Sing the Hits if anyone wants to find it.

  3. Christy said,

    August 22, 2007 at 9:22 am

    how ’bout the one I just came home from. went to Milwaukee Irish Fest last weekend. spent time visiting my sister between Fest visits on Thursday & Friday and met up with friends at the Fest and had a great time (there was also a few yarn shop visits on Friday & Saturday mornings). Saturday the rain started (and being cold & wet on the lakefront is not fun) and the shows went on (and tons of people came out, kind of surprisingly). I was volunteering and decided to leave after I finished that instead of staying all night. after realizing it’d be the same weather on Sunday, decided to head home. got stuck in traffic (30 min to go two miles from one exit to the next), and got off when I could so I could take the back roads, only to have my ‘worn brake pads’ light come on. of course, it’s Saturday night, so nothing would be open. I managed to find the last available room at the good hotel (after checking in and checking out 5 minutes later at a hotel across the street because I didn’t realize they didn’t have internet access). managed to find someone that could fix brakes on a Sunday, got them fixed (with a rescue from my sister and her family, which was spent at Build a Bear) and headed home (you guessed it, in the rain).

  4. cursingmama said,

    August 22, 2007 at 9:51 am

    That stuff looks beautiful – of course I have a thing about the pinks & browns right now too…

    Here’s a link to a magnificent photo from my vacation!
    and here’s my story (scroll down toward the end)

    Nothing like a little underwear to jazz things up ;)

  5. Lara said,

    August 22, 2007 at 6:22 pm

    Here’s a link to the start of the Italian holiday/cruise we did last year:

  6. Amy said,

    August 22, 2007 at 9:02 pm

    Oh boy…let’s see…how about the vacation where I was going to meet my husband in Florida, where he’d been in business. I was taking my then 2-year-old son. Our flight (gee, which hometown airline do you think it might have been???) was severely delayed. And my 2-year-old, as 2-year-olds are likely to do, became very restless, then tired, then in full tantrum mode. We didn’t board the plane until midnight (it was supposed to have left at 6 p.m.). All the passengers in the waiting area were staring at me in horror. You just know what they were thinking: geez, I hope she’s not sitting next to *me.*

    Ha on them…once we sat down on the plane, he fell right asleep. I was a wreck, however.

  7. sunne said,

    August 22, 2007 at 10:17 pm

    Mr.sunneshine and I were just talking about this – so I will use it for my vacation story. When I was 7, much to my mother’s chagrin, my grandmother gave me a tent for my birthday. Not only was it a tent – my dad had written my name on it – in those days, the 80′s, everything had your name on it, unless your name was Sunne. So I was so excited, I had a tent and it had my name on it!! First, I got to use my tent for a backyard sleep over with me and four girls. The tent worked like a champ – there were still 5 of us in the morning. A few weeks later my dad decided that we would go camping with two other families. We got to the site, set up my tent – I was a rock star at 7 years old! Then my dad got “food poisoning”. He and my mom left and my brother and I stayed with the other families. So not only did my 5 year old brother and I get to stay in my tent by ourselves – in our eyes – we got to eat camp food and have smores! The next day, everyone broke camp and went home. My dad had appendix out the day after. That was my last camping trip before college. And even though my tent is outdated, and really tall for the Colorado winds, I am still so thankful to my grandmother for getting me the tent and having my name put on it, so I could be a rockstar in my own mind :)

  8. Christine said,

    August 23, 2007 at 7:21 am

    One of my memorable vacations is when I was living in Ireland for a year and my mom and sister came to visit for New Years. We had decided to fly to London, on the flight over we had the worst turbulance I’ve ever experienced. Once we landed in London we made our way to our hotel and headed out to get some dinner, the only think open was a Fried Chicken place that had lines out of the door!! We ate there, but it wasn’t very good. To our surprise the rest of the week it was empty :) Luckily the rest of the trip was great adn we got to enjoy all that London has to offer.

  9. Jodi said,

    August 23, 2007 at 7:29 am

    Most of my vacations to national parks have been delightful. Camping, hiking, ogling cute little furry animals…

    Well, a camping trip to Utah in July was my worst vacation idea ever. So hot, so smelly, so exhausting. We held up like troopers through the first couple legs of the trip, Zion and Bryce Canyon. We all lost it at Arches, though. We thought we were set for a day of hiking, despite the 106 degree heat. We made it about 1/2 mile before we drank all our water and sat down in the shade. Two weeks hiking in that heat had finally taken its toll. We turned back, drove to Moab, and found some air conditioning.

  10. Diane said,

    August 23, 2007 at 8:04 am

    How about the never ending trip home? We had taken our 2 and 4 yr olds on vacation to the Bahamas. Really nice trip. Coming home? Not so much.

    Plane was delayed 3 hrs followed by a 2 hr unexpected lay over in Georgia. We arrived in Hartford at 9pm. Went to get our bags to find that they hadn’t made it onto the plane in GA. This wouldn’t have been a problem except it was February and 12 degrees outside. Kids whiney, parents exhausted so we leave our information with the only person from the airline we can find and leave.

    Hubby got on the shuttle bus to get the car out of long term parking. When he pulled up to pick us up there was a problem. Someone had syphened all the gas out of the tank. Buckle everyone in their seats, cover with blankets to keep them warm, and head off looking for an open gas station at about 10 at night.

    First open station is in a part of Hartford that isn’t really safe. Hubby hops out and pumps $5.00 in 12 degree temps with no coat. And that’s when we happened to catch each other’s eye and started laughing. Really when you are having a day like that either you laugh or you cry.

  11. olga said,

    August 23, 2007 at 8:39 am

    When my 1st daughter was one, we flew to Seattle to vist SIL and on the flight she barfed all over me and I asked the attendent for a towel or something to wipe up the mess and she brought me a cocktail napkin. I said thanks and could I have about a 100 more if these? I was in a center section and I had to reek of barf for the hour and half flight. The guy next to me wasn’t a happy camper. Can’t blame ‘em.

  12. melanie said,

    August 23, 2007 at 8:55 am

    Does going to Girl Scout camp count as vacation? Even if you loathe camping? Still, my best memory is meeting a dear friend at that camp and sneaking out at night to hide and read/write poetry. Needless to say, had we admitted our love of poetry to any of the other campers, our lives would have been, shall we say, unpleasant? All the more wonderful that we had those interludes!

  13. heide said,

    August 23, 2007 at 9:16 am

    Vacation… what’s that? I’ve not gone any place far away or exotic since 2000 when I went to Australia. However, this past May I took a weekend excursion to a mountain cabin to meet up with a wonderful group of knit-bloggers. I’d never met them in person before so it was kind of adventurous. After all, they could have been using acrylic yarn and aluminum needles and yodled the entire two days. But no such disaster occured. They were funny, intelligent and the knitting and food were amazing.

  14. kitkatknit said,

    August 23, 2007 at 11:22 am

    This is to verify that we did not yodel in Packwood. With all the alcohol flowing you would think we did… Yes that was a great vacation but it didn’t last long enough did it Heide!

  15. Megan said,

    August 23, 2007 at 11:31 am

    My husband and I went to Hawaii earlier this summer, and it’s hard to pick just one story! We had the best time hiking across the Kilauea Iki crater in Volcanoes national park – just a few decades ago it had erupted into a molten lake of lava, so even though it’s safe to walk across, there is still steam wafting out of cracks in the crater floor, and the landscape is raw and otherwordly. A hike like that, followed by two scoops of macadamia nut ice cream makes the perfect outing, in my opinion!

  16. Kenyetta said,

    August 23, 2007 at 12:26 pm

    In December of 2002, my girls, then 2 and 7, went to St Maarten and Antigua. The water was so blue, the sand like oatmeal. The only bad thing, my youngest came back with ringworm on her forehead!

  17. jessica said,

    August 23, 2007 at 12:53 pm

    Hi a friend told me about your contest and the chance to win that beautiful yarn. I love all things pink!!! So here I am writing you this story.

    Last year we took a vacation to visit my sister, who lives 12hours of driving time away. At that time my kids were 3yrs and 1 yr old. About half way there we stopped at a big road side stop, you know the ones with reasturants and a few gift shops. Anyways after using the potty’s (little kids, sorry) We went back to the van to find it LOCKED WITH THE KEYS INSIDE! In the middle of nowhere! It was hot and sticky and we still needed to drive about 6 more hours. We had to have a Auto shop guy come , which took an hour, paid him I think it was 60 or 90 bucks to shove some metak thing in the door and pop the lock button on the door. I should have gone and found a metal hanger and did it myself… Now before we ever shut the door on the van I ask my HD if he has his keys. We joke about it now ;O) But I’ll never forget that day!

    *me with my fingers crossed*
    thanks to Paulette for telling me about this contest!

  18. Gladys said,

    August 23, 2007 at 3:42 pm

    My best vacation souvenir came during a trip to British Columbia’s wine country in 2002. We went with good friends, and rented rooms in a lovely B&B in Summerland. It had gorgeous views and a great hot tub, and we tasted so much wine and brought home three cases of tasty stuff.

    And then, approximately 9 months later, we had our first little boy. This was particularly special because we’d been trying to get pregnant for almost two years.

    Yeah, that was a nice vacation. And we’ve still got wine from that trip in our cellar because I stopped drinking when I got pregnant.

  19. beth patterson said,

    August 23, 2007 at 3:45 pm

    So my story WAS going to be the helicopter ride over Volcanoes National Park and seeing the active lava bubbling in Kilauea, but since Megan already did that, here’s mine:
    hawaii 2007: we are riding little mopeds (50cc’s) up the east coast, outside of honolulu and waikiki; putt-putting all the way up the hill to Haunauma Bay and stopping at the water tables right before the Halona Blow-Hole. We climb down the smooth tables of rock than have been formed by years of pounding and receding surf… kip gets sprayed with a huge swell… we climb back up the tables and walk down a narrow rocky path to Halona Cove- where the famous “embrace in the surf” scene from the movie ‘From Here to Eternity’ was filmed; kip jumps off a ledge into the warm blue water and then everyone starts pointing.. two lazy turtles are floating around with the current, back and forth, in and out.. resting from the hard swim near the rocky coast… kip swims with the turtles then climbs out to see just how magnificient the quiet creatures are…we ride a little further up the coast to Lanikai, to the most beautiful, powder soft, white sand beach in the US… the water is so green and blue that it almost hurts to look at it; people play with their dogs and it feels like we’re home… we find a roadside fruit stand and we share an ice cold coconut, which is nothing like what you expect a coconut to taste: it is sweet but not sugary and not milky and heavy, but watery and mostly refreshing. kip pets a stray dog and i take a picture. we ride back to town and i ask for directions at the gas station: howzit cuz.. is this the kahekili? he smiles and I am no longer a tourist, but a friend who has simply lost her way, and he tells me yes and to stop 2 miles down the road for cheaper gas…lawrence is waiting for us at the moped rental- he is our friend from last year and is just as happy and mellow as we remember… this trip defined hawaii as our second home, our ultimate get away, a perfect reminder of how life really should be. live aloha.

  20. 5elementknitr said,

    August 23, 2007 at 4:52 pm

    Laying all over Paris. Went with 3 friends and decided to stereotype ourselves as “those lazy Americans”. We took pic’s of ourselves laying on the grass at the bottom of the eiffel tower, on our backs on Oscar Wilde’s grave at Pere Lachaise, leaning our backs against the glass pyramid at the Louvre, etc., etc. You get the idea. Our coolest find was a completely random, huge, brass sculpture of Paul Bunyun and Baby Blue the ox.

    Good times!

  21. Emma said,

    August 23, 2007 at 6:20 pm

    Vacation on the Florida panhandle two years ago. We got evacuated because of a hurricane bearing down and had to leave in the middle of the afternoon after a day of sunning on the beach. We drove for miles and miles in bumper-to-bumper traffic, past hundreds of gas stations that had run out of gas, water, food, everything. We drove for 28 hours straight to get home, and it was completely miserable!

  22. stariel said,

    August 23, 2007 at 7:39 pm

    When I was a teenager I went to Disneyland with my mom and sisters for my youngest sister’s birthday. She decided she was a “big girl” and would pack for herself. Naturally about an hour before we had to leave to go to the airport my mom was packing her own suitcase and decided to check on the little sis. She had packed toys and no clothes at all! My mom packed my sister’s suitcase, threw some clothes in her own, and we headed to catch our plane.

    Upon arriving in California my mom discovered she had packed a few pairs of pants and shorts but no shirts – thanks to the last minute packing for my sister, who had plenty of full outfits. So the whole time my mom ended up wearing my shirts, which were appropriately 14-year-old and sported cute phrases such as “Brat” or pretty graphics. I don’t know who was more embarrassed!

  23. Linda L. said,

    August 23, 2007 at 7:52 pm

    In 1987 my cousin got married in Boston, so my sister and I took a week off and went out there together. At the time, Amtrak had an offer where you could go anywhere in the lower 48 for $159, with up to three stopovers. We decided to go to Montréal, Canada on the way back from the wedding. So after 2½ days in Boston we took the red-eye to NYC, arriving at 3:00am at Penn Station which was under construction. We took turns dozing on one of the three benches we saw, and once the sun was up took a taxi to Grand Central Station to wait until our next train left, which was at 10:00am. We couldn’t find anywhere to check or lock up our luggage, so we ended up sitting with it on the stairs for 3½ hours while what looked like the entire population of NYC walked by. We finally get to Montréal and check into our hotel and decide to go get some dinner, since we hedn’t eaten anything but snacks for almost 24 hours. We’re walking along and a street person comes up and asks us for money. In French. I tell her (also in French, which was my college major and which my sister spoke a little as well) that sorry, we didn’t have much Canadian money (we had enough for McDonalds, and planned to cash traveller’s checks in the morning) and that we couldn’t give her any. She replies, in English, that she’ll take American money, because Montréal businesses take both. My sister and I thought that was too weird – we’re in another country and don’t have to use their money?!
    I guess that’s what happens when you don’t take your knitting on vacation.

  24. Tanya said,

    August 23, 2007 at 9:21 pm

    Lol, first off…i just gained 5 pounds looking at that delicious yarn..choc covered cherries for sure!
    Oh wow a vacation story. At 18 2 male friends and i were hanging out bored, we spun the globe with finger outstretched and eyes closed and landed on Aruba. I literally took all my summer savings and we went and booked a weeks long trip the next day…to aruba. Loved it! We had a blast snorkeling, dune surfing, the exchange rate ($1.00 to 1.95) diving, bar hopping (we were legal there) etc. On our trip home the plane took a few thousand feet nose dive. Overhead compartments flew open, it was a sparsely filled wide body aircraft and people were not strapped in as it had been very calm. Needless to say we never did find our entire deck of cards, lol. Despite the plane roller coaster which quickly straightened itself we had a very memorable trip.

  25. Liz said,

    August 23, 2007 at 11:14 pm

    Ok, so here’s my vacation story. When I was 21, I spent the summer working as a counselor at a summer camp. I met a guy and enjoyed a sweet little summer romance. That winter, I decided to visit him…in Israel. I had never traveled outside the US, but being young and in love (and stupid), I decided the time was right to hitch a plane to the Middle East. I scrimped and saved and in late December, hopped on a flight to Tel Aviv. By myself. Alone. With no plans other than to stay with him at his kibbutz for four, (count ‘em, four) weeks IN THE MIDDLE EAST. (As a side note, I SHOULD have known that my trip was doomed when half way through the flight, my oxygen mask fell from the ceiling. Having paid close attention to the flight attendants upon take-off, I knew that I was to tug gently on it, place it over my nose and mouth, and continue breathing. While trying to contain my panic, I scrambled towards the oxygen mask and reached for it. Just as I was about to save myself from certain death, the flight attendant–in a mixture of English and Hebrew–yelled at me to not touch it! “It will smoke!” she screamed. I believe I said something to her to the effect of “Screw you! Save yourself! I’m not going down!” Anyhoo, it turned out there was just a glitch with my particular oxygen mask and contrary to popular belief, we were NOT losing altitude as I had so wisely assumed. OK, so back to the story…after 13 hours, the plane touched down in Tel Aviv, and I raced off the plane to meet my true love. I spotted him standing in the waiting area and ran toward him. Upon greeting him, I was confused. “What’s wrong?” I thought. “Why won’t he look at me?” That’s when he promptly dumped me. Right there in the middle of Ben Gurion Airport. Yup. Before I had even gotten my luggage. All he said was, “This isn’t going to work out.” He turned and got on a bus back to his Kibbutz. I was left, standing ALONE, in the middle of the freakin’ MIDDLE EAST. Single. A blond white woman who, after 8 years of Hebrew school, could only say, “Yesh sacanah po?” which roughly translates to “Is there danger here?”
    So there you go. There’s my best vacation story. L’chaim!

  26. Valkryie said,

    August 25, 2007 at 11:08 am

    When I was in grade school, my parents took me and my brother camping up to the North Shore. We went to go look at Gooseberry falls, and I wanted to be like the “big kids” and climb all over the wet rocks. My parents said no. I didn’t listen and I took off my shoes and like… 10 second later fell on a huge pointy rock.
    I split my knee wide open. My Dad tied his blue hanky around it, and we had to go to Two Harbors to get it sewed up. But, get this… the emergency room was closed! So we wandered the halls until we found a nurse who got us checked in. 3 stitches later, I ended the vacation early. :) (well, just a day)

    Morale of the story? Listen to your parents. ;)

  27. knittymama said,

    August 26, 2007 at 8:53 am

    Man, there are so many. But I have to say my funniest vacation memory is driving o the highways outside Sao Paulo, Brazil. It was me, my MIL, my husband and his brother’s new FIL Joao, who spoke no English. We were in this little Escort, the potholes were so deep that we kept hitting the ground, we were speeding beyond belief and there were sugar cane trucks whizzing by us. We had no clue what the FIL was talking about, and everytime we hit a pothole and our rear end slammed on the group, my MIL would say, “Oh God I don’t want to die in Brazil!!”
    It was hilarious.

  28. scout said,

    August 26, 2007 at 11:24 am

    We just went on our first family vacation ever! Here are the pictures ( . We had the best time. However, the first night the people upstairs were playing the BONGOS! Yes. About 15 minutes after the kids went to bed, the boy, who is almost 9, came out and yelled, “We need to call the POLICE!” Too funny.

  29. Paulette said,

    August 26, 2007 at 6:58 pm

    We love to travel and we’ve been very blessed that we’ve had alot of opportunites to do so. We were in Germany many years ago — when we’ve travelled overseas, we rent a car and take off. No reservations, just a map.
    Some people who need a little more structure to their travel plans (!) ask if we’ve ever gotten lost. Sure! Anyway, once we kept following these little roads out in the countryside and literally ended up on a cow path! It was a little dirt road and this whole line of cows was coming towards us. They just wandered on by – some stuck their head in the window, others licked our car…..We had to laugh at our great navigational skills! Fortunately, there was an old German farmer who spoke English who got us going in the right direction. We had a very interesting visit with him, too. (He had been a POW during WWII in the U.S.!!) Anyway, of all the miles we’ve travelled and HAVEN’T gotten lost, we still look back at that as a very memorable moment.
    Enjoying your blog, Jess – thanks for telling me about your contest — LOVE the yarn! Also glad to hear you’re a fellow Wisconsin-ite! Thanks again for the pattern help~

  30. Kati said,

    August 27, 2007 at 9:31 pm

    My most incredible vacation was in high school. My parents, Aunt, cousin and I went to Thailand. My Aunt hosted two foreign exchange students that were sisters and when the youngest was to return home – we all flew back and spent two fabulous weeks there. For a small town girl from Upstate NY – it was an eye opening experience. It is a beautiful country – though one I wouldn’t suggest traveling to without someone who speaks the language and can help navigate.

    Thanks for hosting the contest. It was fun reading through everyone’s stories.

  31. Red said,

    August 28, 2007 at 1:16 pm

    Thanks for complimenting my socks…I’m glad your comment led me to discover your blog.

    I have a horror story to tell. I was very young and on vacation with my parents and younger sister. We were travelling across MN in our truck pulling the camper behind us. We saw the Jolly Green Giant with blue sky behind it, but in no time the sky turned very dark. We ended up waiting out the storm (big time wall clouds) in a Food-N-Fuel. My dad ordered tacos from the Taco Bell when we got there, but the storm got really scary. My sister and I were cowering in the bathroom with my mom and several other people–we were in such a state of panic! The doors were blowing open and had to be blocked shut by trash bins. At the height of the storm (and my sister and I’s nauseau) my dad came in the open door of the ladies room with our tacos! We were so far from hungry that we couldn’t imagine eating, but he was happy watching the storm and figured we were just as hungry as he was!

  32. L. said,

    August 28, 2007 at 5:06 pm

    I had a working vacation as a counselor when I was 20, and it was great! One of my most memorable moments of that summer was waking up early in the morning where we had taken the kids on an overnight hike the day before. Everyone’s just sleeping in their bags, dead after all the activity, and as I wake up at about 6, a nice, fat, shaggy, dirty as heck brown bear comes walking through the camp, and sniffs this other counselor’s head! I thought he was going to rip it right off! I didn’t know what to do, so I just watched, and it finally trundled away. Best funny memory ever.

  33. Put a Sock in it said,

    August 29, 2007 at 11:03 pm

    My best vacation was in 2002. I was a bit depressed. so on the spur of the moment I raided my meagre savings, and hopped on a plane from the UK to Canada for my “trip of a lifetime”.
    I stayed in Ontario for a couple of weeks before flying out west to explore a bit more of the country. When I was in Alberta, I met another guy I’d been e-mailing with for 3 months.
    He proposed to me after a week, and we were married a month later. We celebrate our fifth anniversary next month. :)
    I don’t think I’ll ever have a vacation to top that one!

  34. Catherine said,

    August 30, 2007 at 7:15 am

    My most memorable vacation was certainly the one where I met my husband. We both signed up for a community ed. backpacking trip to Glacier National Park (solo) but were hiking with different groups for the two weeks. We became acquaintances on the town visits of that trip, but it was the train ride home that really did it. There was a seat open next to me so he came and sat down to tell me about some hiking trails here in MN. He never went back to his seat. The famous 18-hour conversation that officially started it all. :) Funny to think that we had to go all the way to Montana to meet when we only lived a few miles from each other in Minneapolis…

  35. Deb said,

    August 30, 2007 at 9:28 am

    All right. check your email, I sent you a story! :)

  36. Kristi aka Fiber Fool said,

    August 30, 2007 at 5:05 pm

    Ooo, I had picked up some of their camel yarn a couple years ago and they didn’t have a web site at the time. It’s nice to know they have one now! I still haven’t knit up that yarn yet. That should go into my queue as winter nears…

  37. Kerry said,

    August 30, 2007 at 7:24 pm

    The day after I graduated from high school, my then boyfriend and I drove from Mpls to the western edge of Montana with only two cassettes – Eric Clapton’s Backless and Willie Nelson’s Greatest Hits. 3000 miles. No radio stations for most of the way.

    He liked to drive at night, I liked to sleep. I stayed awake as long as I could to keep him company, but 15 minutes after I fell asleep he woke me up and told me I needed to drive because he was getting tired. So I started driving at 1:30 am in the middle of North Dakota. At 3:00 am we ran out of gas. We had amazing luck (?) though, because we were right next to the exit for an all night gas station (the first gas station in over 100 miles) and we pushed the car up the exit and down the hill to the station. He mentioned something about me being stupid so I locked myself in the bathroom. He got my luggage out of the car and was going to leave me there, but the attendant told him he was being a jerk so I made it all the way home.

    By this time, though, the Clapton tape had worn out and shredded, so for the last half of ND and across MN all we had was Willie Nelson.

  38. Vicki said,

    August 31, 2007 at 9:22 am

    When I was 21, my sisters — twins of 19 and the baby at 15 — drove from Wisconsin to the northern coast of Oregon. We (I) drove straight through to Ogden, UT, where we stayed overnight and awoke to a light dusting of snow on a June morning. It was beautiful!

    We continued on and met up with my dad, his wife, and her two kids, and over the next week we made our way in a caravan down the Oregon coast. We played in sand dunes, on the beach, watched sea lions, and did a lot of camping.

    Across the road from one of the beaches we played on, my future husband might have just begun building his house — the house where we were married six years later!

    On the way back, we camped overnight at Yellowstone — the mosquitoes were so bad that we pitched the tent wrapped in quilts and blankets! We got up early and waited for Old Faithful before departing. Now, I did almost all of the driving, since only one of my sisters had a license at the time and I wasn’t confident of her abilities, but I gave in upon leaving Yellowstone. Wouldn’t you know, we (she) took a wrong turn and we ended up in the Montana mountains — cattle in the road, hairpin turns, gravel road barely hugging the hill. I think that I got my first gray hairs in Montana.

    We stopped at Wall Drug and Mount Rushmore on the way home — barely making it home, rummaging for loose change under the seats in order to buy the last tank of gas.

    I’ve been thinking about this trip recently because my own daughters, 22-16, have been talking about taking a trip together!

  39. Connie said,

    August 31, 2007 at 5:12 pm

    Catching sand crabs while on vacation on The Outer Banks in North Carolina with the family and college friends and their families.