Endless Mountains, endless

This time last week, we were winding through back roads past Scranton; slowly making our way to Nick's Dad's cabin in the Endless Mountains. Frustrated by intermittent rain and the cold, we couldn't help but think that our weekend was just not going the way we'd planned. As if the weather weren't disappointing enough, we were a week early for the annual haunted hay ride put on by the local high school - my personal favorite fall event in that neck of the woods.

When we finally arrived at the cabin it was by the extreme darkness of night, not a star was visible and by contrast, we were surprised by the colorful landscape that would greet us come morning.

Needless to say, we spent a couple of days trudging through wet woods, observing flora and fauna and most notably, huddled by the fire, failing to ever completely dry our wet socks. That said, I spent a good amount of time working on my first knit sweater. It's for a toddler. And I couldn't help but think, very much in line with Mother Nature's color scheme for the weekend.

All said, I would have liked to have spent another day in the woods: cold and wet, struggling to keep the fire lit. It looks like this weekend in New York will be damp, too. Maybe I'll finish that sweater and take a walk to see the foliage, all with the knowledge that I have a hearty stock of dry socks at home.