Too busy doing what, one might ask? Well... What happens at Yarn Camp stays at Yarn Camp. But let's just say I have assured that a new generation of young gay men have properly been traumatized, to assure the continued psychic bruising of Homo erectus flamboyutis. Slowly the knowledge now aware of the proper sound affect for a queef, and what happens when one has such an even while using clitter is working it's way through the next generation in an ever increasing ripple starting somewhere in SE Idaho. All I really have to say about all that is, "...and that's how Tinkerbell really did it."
Okay, enough with the gay agenda stuff there... I wore myself out. Seriously, we did go on a hike. That first picture of the five man hiking crew is from left to right, Gene, Frank, Bob, Jonathan, and Matthew. Okay, it was really a Seven man team. I was taking the picture and Michael chose to take the lower around Lilly Lake Trail instead of the up a steep trail Estes Cone trail.
The retreat was as fun as ever. What isn't great about a bunch of guys getting together in the woods to play with yarn? Well, sunburn isn't all that fun, but I lucked out there too. Bob got the worse of that. How could seven of us go on a hike and not a one of us bring sun block? Really?
I truly hope I get to return next year. It is planned to coincide with the Estes Park Wool Festival which I never got to attend while living in the area. So fingers crossed I can make the money work out.
Anyway, I better stop risking it and get off the computer before it gets bad here again. I promise more will come later now that I've returned home. But I need to do laundry and get dinner going. Wiener shnitzel anyone?