Woolthing

I like traveling alone.  I seem to be an anomaly with the people I know but that’s just how I am.  I get to leave when I want, do what I want and make seemingly stupid decisions without anyone else complaining.

Today I went to Gibson’s Landing for a Fibre Fest.  I ended up getting the day off of work so away I went.  Drove to the ferry terminal and parked to car to walk on board.   Then I caught the bus to the event.  There wasn’t that much to see although I managed to spend all my money.  I got some yak, some muskox (quivit) and some cotton.  I haven’t spun with any of these before so I’ll be learning.

When I wanted to go home I found out that the next bus to the ferry wouldn’t be by for a couple of hours I decided to walk the 5.5km.  There is no companion on earth that would have agreed to do such a dumb ass thing.   And yes, I should have been wearing better shoes but I enjoyed the hour walk and I got some exercise.  I made the next ferry by less than five minutes.  I’m sure that I wouldn’t have been so pleased with myself if I’d missed it by five minutes but I did make it.

Sometimes it’s nice to have a companion on the way.  I like that, too.  The same, but different.