I'm up against an article deadline, so a full write-up will have to wait a bit; but I couldn't wait to thank everybody, especially owners Matt and Rob and their incredible staff. For me, the day was equal parts fiber festival, birthday party, Maypole dance and tent revival.
Full details to come, but first I must share a delicious snippet of conversation overheard on the Amtrak ride home.
He: What's that, like, mark by your ear?Oh, dearest Amtrak. You're rickety, you smell, and you're unreliable; yet you never disappoint.
She: Oh, yeah. I fell asleep on my friend's couch for, like, twenty minutes, and when I woke up this drunk guy was sucking on my neck.
He: Solid. I mean, gross.