It was wonderful to be together with everyone, but it was way too short. I would have hated to be away from hubby and V for any longer, but the time just flew. It didn't help that I got away from home 3 hours later than I intended, and then, because I 'just knew' where I was going I managed to overshoot my off-ramp by 2 exits, having to back-track 18km. At this point, I would like to point out that I did only go 2 exits too far, and as soon as I realized I was lost I stopped and asked for directions. 'Nuff said.
Our accomodations were the same location they've been for at least the past 6 years - a gorgeous resort on the St. Laurence. The original lodge was built in the late 1800's:
We stayed in a couple of the cabins to the side of the resort, they offer a nice gathering area for the gang, we can yack until all hours without disturbing anyone.
Morning bay view:
Duckies and geese:
I'm so happy to get the duck bums *g*
Bay in full light:
For anyone that's familiar with Group of Seven paintings, but hasn't been up here, our trees really do grow like that:
And now the yarn porn:
Start of a sock - Fleece Artist wool
Anabelle Daffodil's Birthday sweater, made of Shelridge Farms aka Buffy wool:
Mitten in progress:
There are way too many sleeps until the next retreat.