Knit Where You Are Planted

The Man Who Knits is nestled high in the Adirondack Mountains and has surfaced in civilization long enough to find some WiFi. I am sitting on the front porch of Bling and tapping into the signal from the motel across the street. The connection is good and the view of Saranac Lake is spectacular.

The temperature has dropped 20 degrees - almost to the point of being cold at night. Very true.

Back to the thin air, where the beer is cold, the knitting is good and the company is the best.