Here We Go Again

 It's 5 am and She is dragging me off to another fiber festival. This one was in Rhinebeck, New York.

 I'm not going anywhere until I've had my coffee.

 This time the trip involves trains-four of them. One from here to New York City and then another to get upstate. Ten hours round trip to spend a few hours looking at sheep. I should just buy her a couple so we can stop going all over the country just to look at them.

 We saw the sun come up in Jersey.

 It was either look at this.....

 ...or look at this.

 I was glad to get onto land in Rhinecliff. We were only a half hour behind schedule.

 I know from experience how bad the food lines are at this particular festival and how fast the vendors run out of food. First stop was to eat something. It wasn't the best they have to offer there but it was the shortest line.

 The next step was to venture into the largest crowd you will probably ever see. It is insane.

 We missed most of the dog show but they were the same group I saw last year.

We did a little shopping inside the ridiculously crowded barns. I could barely get near this display for potholder materials. I gave up trying. I'll order it online.

 The animal barns were less crowded and more interesting. Quite a few were getting haircuts which I thought was odd since winter weather is right around the corner.

 My official title was bag handler. She had to pack one of everything she owned and then got tired of carrying it around.

 I can spot a Border Collie a mile away even when it's behind a vendor's booth.

 I can also spot free food samples.

By closing time the food lines had died down so it was time for another snack. No one was at the beer tent.

 Back at the train station we had an almost two hour wait for the train back to NYC. Coffee from a vending machine kept me going.

On the five hour train home I played solitaire on the Kindle. She even talked me into listening to one of the audio books she had downloaded on it. She had Dr. Sleep by Steven King and in spite of two noisy little boys sitting in front of us, I managed to listen to quite a few chapters-but don't ask me what I heard. I was too tired to remember. If she decides to do this again next year, we're driving or she's finding someone else to go with.