My goodness, but I’d forgotten how immense Rhinebeck is! I think I’m glad that I was working the Cooperative Press booth most of the time. Phew!

Well, let’s see, I have to think back, now.

Friday, October 14th, I started early by missing my tram so the Husband had to drive me to the train station. I wasn’t really all that upset about it, and I got on a train just fine with my big bag and everything—even with the rain.
I managed to get myself onto the Red line at Metro Center and was perking along towards Union Station when the announcer came over the loudspeaker and said, “SWEWYUR SDH IDOYUS DUI UDSYF IU NKVIEWYR h IDUYODSIUHF LKH YYWEURY!!!”

At which point I went back to my Scrabble game.
Until I noticed all the other people leaving the train.

I grabbed a guy and asked what was up and he said the train wasn’t continuing on to Union but was detouring… maybe. I needed to take a bus or taxi to Union Station. With my gynormous roller bag. In the (now) 1000% humidity.

Managed a bus (along with everyone else) annoying only seven people who were already on board. Got to Union Station… mostly… walked the long long long two blocks to the station entrance only to turn a corner and see no fewer than six ladder trucks. Evidently there was a fire on the tracks. Thus my train’s stopping. By the time I got into the station and sat down I was a sweat ball. I was not happy.

But I was soon on the train, in the cafe car, typing, knitting, and listening to the Judge John Hodgeman podcast. Much better.

Then I was at Penn station. It’s such a swirling vortex of despair. It’s just such an embarrassment—you travel to other countries and even the worst of them looks better then Penn. Boy. Sure is a good thing they pulled down the old version to put a basket ball court on top. Wow. I’m so happy.

All this, and inefficient too!

But I digress. It was all Autumn-y out the window.

And it was the Hudson Line, and before I knew it, I was where I wanted to be.
Rhinecliff

At lunch with my roomies

before heading to our rustic cabin

This was the best part. Quiet, away from the craziness, fun… and out there… no one can hear me snort when I laugh.

Dawn's Shockingly Gorgeous Wolf Slayer from WWMDfK?

Dawn at Jennie the Potter's booth

The rest of the time was a blur of amazing stuff:

Jennie's — BO (Before Onslaught)

Dawn's stunning version of the Lysistrata Chiton

Teaching/Knitting Buddy from the last century... seriously... whodathunk?!

Fab model modeling Fab shawl closings by Jul

Normal Rhinebeck Shopping... late on Sunday, even!

The lovely Anna Dalvi took some great pictures of our work day (including the take-down which was nothing short of amazing)!

And then suddenly I was back at the train station

But not without finishing my Bertha’s Mad Möbius!

Bertha, drying.