And then it happened: Fall.  I can smell it lingering in the cold morning air, I can hear it as leaves crunch beneath my feet, and my fingers can feel it at night, their desire to knit intensified by the sudden coming of fall.  Where did this summer go?  It seems that I have been busy these last few weeks of summer (as evidenced by my lack of blogging), so allow me to “summer”ize (haha, I crack myself up) the past month in a photo heavy post:

There was a 3-day backpacking trip to the Goat Rocks Wilderness with R.

I had never gone backpacking before this and didn’t know what to expect.  Honestly I was secretly worried that I would fail miserably at it.  I mean, how was I going to survive three days without ice cream?  Ok, I wasn’t really thinking that… all the time.

There were no goats, but we did see a couple of coyotes running through the meadow below us.  The wildflowers were out in full force and were absolutely amazing.  I kind of regret not having anything but my phone to take pictures with, but on a trip like this you have to make room for the essentials.

The essentials: whiskey and knitting (more on those socks later) because you have to reward yourself at the end of the day somehow.

Three days, 30 miles, and about 5000 ft of cumulative elevation gain later, I found myself in a burger joint.  And I ate the best damn burger I’ve ever had in my life.  Then my stomach hurt for the entire drive home….

The weekend after that, we hung out at the cabin in Spokane.  We spent one day hiking around, trying to find the huckleberries.

Despite the fact that we were a little late in the season, we made off with a fair amount of berries.  Oh, and I won the race to find the largest huckleberry in the forest (in case you were wondering).  R spent a lot of time clearing the land and making headway on his new cabin, while I sat comfortably knitting and watching him work.

While we were in town, we couldn’t resist going to the Spokane county fair.  I love fairs.  There’s something about the rides, the people, the food, the animals, the lights, the noise.  Everything about it makes me happy.

The YoYo, however, does not make me happy.  I will not ride that ride.  Or the zipper.  Those rides do not mix well with fair food.

There was a floor loom demonstration, and of course, I had to pay a visit to the sheep and alpacas (I want one real bad).

And last weekend, we went back to my old stomping grounds: Reno.  There’s nothing like going home and having your mommy cook you all sorts of delicious things that you don’t make for yourself.  I took my knitting with me, but hanging out at Lake Tahoe was far more appealing than knitting.

In between all of that there were the usual things keeping me busy: work, sleep, eating, garden tomato overload, knitting…and because I don’t already have enough hobbies: beading…

Looking ahead at my schedule, fall looks to be just about as busy as summer was: a trip to Mt Hood this weekend, Rhinebeck and a Knot Hysteria Color Retreat.  Regardless, I can’t keep doing posts like this, so I’m really going to try to be more diligent with my blogging.  Mostly, I’m just lazy about organizing my photos.  But I finally joined the flickr world and if you haven’t already noticed my new tab up top: Focus, check it out.  I think that will help motivate me to stay on top of things.

Oh and about the socks (lest I forget that this is a knitting blog): I’m making Firestarters for R with BMFA Socks That Rock.  I will not let these socks go to the wayside like I did with those other ones that I refuse to talk about.  I did have a little (purely aesthetic, yet, equally disastrous as a technical mistake) mishap with the heel.

Nothing a bowl of ice cream and some determination can’t fix.