Wednesday, October 1, 2014

The little balloon that could

I think I can. . 
 I think I can . . .
 I think I can . . . . 
 I did it!

We went to the Prosser (WA) balloon rally over the weekend with Bob and Laurel and somehow managed to get up and dressed at oh-dark-thirty to be there for lift-off of the twenty balloons, which the tricksters told us would happen around 6:30.  Now we know better, much better.  Around 8:00 - well, you know.   I don't often see sunrise so it was worth the lack of sleep and chill of the morning air. But next time we'll bring our chairs and warmer jackets. 
 And hotter coffee/tea.  And chocolate muffins.    

 The alpaca farm with babies.  These guys are two months, four months and six months. 

 Rodonnis kindly shared some of his fleece and now it's in my stash. 
 Of course they had spinners to show us how easy it is, but the spinning class I took - and failed, failed spectacularly - taught me why I pay extra to have somebody else spin it. 
 It's good for the economy, right? 
 Prosser is in Washington wine country, so we had to force ourselves to visit a few wineries.
It's good for the economy, right? 

Since we've settled nicely into Sequim we've been considering downsizing,
 maybe trading Homer for something a bit smaller.  Could this be the perfect solution?   

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