One
would think that spending nearly four days driving and only two days teaching
would be a bad thing. Not in this case. Going over the Mackinac Bridge and
into the UP is always a pleasure.
My
trip started early Thursday. Even before I crossed the bridge, I experienced a
Close Encounter of the Eagle Kind: a Bald Eagle was munching on a large carcass
on the right side of the road. As I drove nearer, it took off and flew right in
front of me across the road. A fantastic view! And a harbinger of a good trip.
Ok, so it snowed most of the drive. At least there was no accumulation and the
roads were mostly free of traffic.
I made
a brief stop in Naubinway. King’s Fish Market has fantastic smoked fish. (Now,
in the UP there are shop signs and billboards for smoked fish every few miles.
Other classic UP signs also include lottery tickets, liquor, jerky, cheese
curds, and – of course – pasties.). I bought some cherry smoked salmon and some
black pepper crusted smoked salmon. They also had several other smoked salmons,
smoked whitefish, smoked trout, and smoked chub.
Let me
tell you the Tale of the Tumbling Man. Near Gladstone, maybe 5-10 miles east, I
saw a most baffling event. There was a car stopped on the right side of the
road. As I approached, the car slowly started moving and something tumbled out
of the right side of the car and onto the shoulder of the road. I quickly
realized it was a human being with a bag, maybe a backpack. It was as if the
man – maybe woman (who can tell when the person in question is in winter gear) –
had been shoved out of the car, or willingly jumped tuck-and-roll-style out of
the car. By this time, I’d passed the car and they were behind me. I slowed
down, thinking of stopping, but then I watched in my rearview mirror as the
tumbling man got up in what seemed a nonchalant fashion, picked up the bag and
calmly walked across the road and up a driveway.
How
weird is that? The car in question continued on its way for a bit, then turned
into a road, stopped, and seemed to be about to go back to the “scene of the
crime”. I had continued driving and at this point I lost sight of what was
happening. I would like to think that if the tumbling man had appeared injured
I would have stopped, even though I was by myself. I guess I could have used my
phone to call or take video or pictures. But the guy seemed fine. What a
puzzle.
That
first day of driving took me to Valders, Wisconsin, where I stayed overnight at
the home of Carol and Paul Wagner of Hidden Valley Farm & Woolen Mill.
I gave them the smoked salmon, and they
treated me to a dinner of leg of lamb, salad, perfectly steamed asparagus, and
mashed potatoes. A memorable dinner. And the conversation was good too!
Before
dinner, I was given the honor of helping feed a bottle baby: one of a set of lamb
triplets that the mom seemed not to “like”. This adorable lamb was black, and
one of Carol’s friends dubbed it “Blackberry”. Carol told me she plans to keep
this one. Who wouldn’t?
I got
to Madison the following noon with no hitch. The ever helpful Mary Jo Harris,
the coordinator for the classes, stopped by my hotel room to give me a Knit-In
bag which contained pertinent info for the Knit-In as well as a fantastic
notebook: 5”x7”, hardcover, spiral bound, with a magnetic closing, a pen, and
several sizes of post-its. A very useful gift.
The
Knit-In was held at the Alliant Energy Center. Knitters were not the only folks at the center. There was also a state
gymnastics event, and a doll show. And at the hotel, there seemed to be other
folks who were part of the state high school basketball playoffs. A happenin’
weekend. Of course, we knitters had the best time. All the folks in all my classes
were engaged and enthusiastic. Madison really has some awesome fiber folks.
Maybe there’s something in the water.
Because
I was teaching, I didn’t have much time to take advantage of the market. In
fact, I didn’t buy ANY yarn or ANY fiber. I did, however, make two impulse
buys, both from the same booth, a potter from Madison, Jenny Blasen Pottery
. I bought a tiny little shallow bowl (maybe for tea bags or a spoon rest), and
a small mug. Could. Not. Resist.
My
drive home included a couple other impulse buys: some more smoked salmon (for
me, this time), a UP bumper sticker (also at King’s Fish Market), and some irresistible
peanut brittle at Kilwin’s in Petoskey.
I’m still
not completely unpacked, but I did manage to do a load of laundry. By tomorrow
I hope to start tackling three projects with fast approaching due dates. Maybe
I’ll also finish unpacking.