After I got home from a visit with the family, my husband said "Let's go camping!" and my first thought was, of course, "But my spinning... I need to get my spin on... No time for camping..." But we went anyway. And of course I packed my Russian spindle, and spindle dish, and some fibre. Cashmere, of course. Just because you're roughing it doesn't mean you can't take along some luxury.
We took the boat along, and went for swims in the middle of the lake, and did some fishing, and spent a little time just exploring our campsite. We found something really interesting. At first I thought the dragonflies were makin' babies, but it was a little different then normal, because they were on the ground. On closer inspection, and with the curiosity of my 6 year old, he flipped them over and the one was eating the other!!! Dragonflies are cannibals, say whaaaaat??? A rather weak internet search resulted in finding out that this does rarely happen and possibly only when two male dragonflies don't like each other. It's not a mating ritual. It's a take out the competition move. Crazyness!!
With all that fascinating and entertaining stuff going on, did I get time to spin? Of course I did!! There, on the ground, in front of the camper, while The Zoo and Miss J were digging in the sand behind me, and The Duck rode his bike, and the Hubs made a fire for cooking supper.
Yup, that's me, in my camping glory, on a hot 30 above day, (Celsius, of course) spinning cashmere.
Good times were had.