I arrived at Cleveland Hopkins at 6:00 in the morning, and it was raining. Because of storms in Chicago, the flight was delayed by over an hour. This was taken out the window as we were descending into Chicago:
I had exactly enough time to catch my connecting flight to Wisconsin...except that my flight was cancelled. I spent over an hour in the United customer service line, only to find out that all of the flights had been cancelled for the rest of the day. As I was standing in line, contemplating calling
Sabrina (and holding my bag from last year's camp), two ladies noticed me - they were also trying to get to camp. We decided to rent a car and drive into the Central Wisconsin Airport, where we had rental cars reserved. Since it was only 10:30 in the morning, we
should have had plenty of time to make it in time for the 6:00 dinner at camp.
This is Gayle Roehm and Debra Lee, who were lifesavers that day! Here they are at the United counter, holding up their knitting.
This picture proved, beyond any reasonable doubt, that I would
not be getting into a car with strangers who may be axe murderers .
We went to baggage claim, and after a 30 minute wait in line, the agent took a considerable amount of time punching numbers into a computer. He was, ostensibly, requesting that our luggage be pulled off of the plane so we could put it into a car.
Since so many flights had been cancelled that day, finding a rental car was nearly as impossible. The nice lady at Avis told us that they had one car left that could be taken one way. Since I am a
terrible passenger and I love to drive, I offered to pay the extra driver supplement...and I would drive us to Mosinee. We really had to rough it, though - this was the only car that they had left:
Don't you feel sorry for me? I had to drive for nearly 5 hours, and all that they had was a Cadillac with only 11,000 miles on it. It was rough, but I was willing to sacrifice. :-) We also had Marti with us - she was from Florida, not a knitter (or an axe-murderer), but she needed to get to Mosinee. I couldn't have asked for nicer people to be stranded with!!
We got to Mosinee about 6:30, dropped off our Cadillac, picked up our own weekend rentals (I had a red Chevy Cobalt) and proceeded to drive to Marshfield...into one of the worst storms that I've ever driven through. I was dodging tree limbs, corn stalks and driving rain. A tornado tracker was pulled over to the side of the road, which didn't make me feel very good about the drive ahead of me. To make things even better, I missed a turn for Rt. 153 and ended up in the middle of nowhere. After pulling over and consulting my map, I managed to get back on the road. I had to make a quick stop at WalMart, though - my luggage was still in Chicago. I wasn't too worried about my clothes, but I had 7 pairs of Holtz & Stein needles in my needle case!!
It was 8:30 when I finally stumbled my way down to the classroom...and everything was immediately better. Christie saw my drenched, hungry self and immediately helped my find one of the few remaining empty seats (and she found Kathy from the hotel, who heated up and brought me some of the lasagna that I had missed at dinner.
I knew the weekend would be great as soon as I sat down, because this is who was sitting across from me again this year:
Emily Ocker and her daughter, Medrith Glover! I sat with them last year - I was thrilled to be able to sit with them again this year! Miss Emily has some of the best stories, and she's a joy to visit with!! By the way - *you* try to take a picture of Medrith when she isn't giggling about something! It's harder than you'd think! :-)
The next morning was breakfast at The Kitchen Table. None of the other knitters had arrived yet, so the local regulars invited me to sit with them. I became a local for the next hour, and I really learned a lot about these wonderful people 
(Hi, Roger!!)
When I walked in, Gail (one of the waitresses) said "Hey! It's the horseradish lady!!" :-)
Then, finally, it was time for camp to officially start! We had lots of show and tell; once again these knitters outdid themselves. Joyce Williams made a mobius shawl in gorgeous southwestern colors - my picture just doesn't do it justice.
Sarah made a gorgeous shawl
and in celebration of her successful fight against cancer, brought us a box of chocolate "tit-bits" to share: 
Connie, Pauline and Ruby challenged each other to make EZ's suspender sweater
Amy modeled someone else's (I can't remember whose!) purple sweater
Debbie New brought her astounding jacket. 
(Ummmmm......Wow. That's about all that I can say)
She folded it up on the floor, and it looked like this:
Glynnis showed off the shawl she was working on last year at camp. This was the pattern that she ranted about
last year, and it earned her the Bent Needle Award...
There was a lot of laughing all weekend
Since it was Friday night, it was time to head to Sceeter and Otis' for the fish fry (Hooterville!)
I went with Natalie, Barbara, Dixie, Elizabeth, and Elizabeth's husband. Once again, there were lots of fried cheese curds and mozzarella sticks
(this was my second order...I don't remember what happened to the first...)
and we had a lot of fun! We ran into Stacey the Wwonder Waitress' cousin and his family, so he became - for about 10 minutes - a minor celebrity with the knitting crowd
Saturday morning was breakfast at the Kitchen Table with Dixie and Natalie
and Stacey the Wonder Waitress!!
(Hi, Stacey!) Once again, she was getting ready to leave for the weekend to go and ogle Packer Posteriors...
Back at camp, AliceMay modeled her stunning cardigan
Miss Emily in her sweater knit from Silky Wool
Shirley's stunning lacework
and Dale showing off
a little leg his sock
Debra's shadow knitting (her pattern was published several years ago - I can't remember which magazine!)
Jinny would like everyone to know
just how much she likes knitting brioche hats in the round! :-)
Friday night was dinner at the micro-brewery across the street
Dixie ordered a Bloody Mary with a Snit
it must be a Wisconsin thing - that looks like a salad with a beer chaser!
I had an appetizer - brie rolled in a pecan crust and baked. It was wonderful!
After dinner a few of us walked to
Hub City Days in downtown Marshfield. Um...wow. Put it this way - I am from a town that shut down every 4th of July for the Annual Tobacco Spitting Contest...and we have nothing on Hub City Days. Whew.
Styx played the county fair while I was there, and they stayed in our hotel. All I got to see, though, was their bus parked out back
This picture is from Sunday night at the Japanese restaurant - I thought that they looked like they were waiting to see the principal! :-)
This is Sean - Amy's new son. He's four years old, and I just love this kid! We played cars, guns, and follow the leader all weekend. He loves to give hugs! I asked him I I could have his really cool Shrek clogs, and he said "No - you're not little enough yet!"
I told you that Medrith was always giggling!
THE CONTEST
Our contest this year was "Useless Knitting," and these are only a few of the 25 entries! For pictures of all of the entries (and some more of camp) please see my
Flickr pictures!
Betty made a turkey baster
Mary made a thong (from an actual pattern - itchy!!)
Kim, who is from Chicago, knitted a picture of Mike Ditka
Joyce's useless knitting was a swatch
Glynnis made a Dance Pole Cover (and pasties). Please note the money pocket
Gayle's entry was a piece that she made for a gallery, and it never sold. It was truly useless...
until Betty got her hands on it. :-)
I made a sweater for a tennis ball (or any other fuzzy ball that you may need to cover)
But the hands-down winner was Debbie New. She made a piece of absolute art that had no funtional use whatsoever. Each cone has a matching piece of knitting on it, and when you turned the knob on the frame, they rotated - completely in synch with each other. I took a video of it on my camera - I'm trying to figure out how to get it to load so you can see it.
Her dad is none other than Jim McDivitt, the commander of Gemini 4 and Apollo 9.
Yep, the one who was on the cover of Time Magazine.
Glynnis led the crowd as Betty tootled on her recorder
Betty won the Bent Needle award for her charity knitting work in, as Glynnis called it, "War-Torn La Crosse."
We didn't want to say good-bye - we had too much fun!!!!!
At the airport, Miss Emily held court
and my flight home was (thankfully!) uneventful.
What's kind of disturbing is that this means that there is a Nutz Deep I someplace!
50% of every pattern sold will be donated to 
