We got two days off (well, really one and a half). We spent two nights in Stowe Vermont. Nice camp ground, sweet little shelter, no bugs. This is all good. And I had my beadwork with me. So I said to Rick (husband, on right) let’s not hike Mansfield because something a little smaller would be better. Okay, he says. So, we hiked Spruce Mountain instead. Five and a half hours later we were done. I mean done. Mansfield would have taken five hours. It’s steeper but a lot shorter. But I should know my husband by now. I should know that there is no such thing as a short hike. Oh, and then he wanted to take a little paddle in the canoe (that would have been an hour long paddle full speed). Gotta leave some wake behind. But the sky had the good sense to fall in rain drops, so we nixed the canoe moment and headed home. I did make an off-loom piece which I will post if I get the inspiration. I left my Mirrix home. Sometimes you just have to leave even your Mirrix behind.