Have you ever been overcome by the fumes in a yarn shop and walked out with enough wool for two sweaters, some silk for no particular reason, and some really gorgeous laceweight that may or may not become a shawl? Well, it turns out, that at least for some people, camping/biking/sporting goods stores have a similar effect. I don't know if the merchandise gives off endorphins, or what, but there's got to be something. I went shopping today at REI (my absolutely most favorite store - if I could max out my credit card anywhere, it would be there, and they have the funniest commercials, too) and spent um... rather a bit more than I'd intended to before going in. So I left feeling quite proud of myself (it was all on sale after all, and there's a dividend too, for members, and I am one) and ready for some outdoor adventure. Unfortunately, my next destination was not the great outdoors, or even a local bike trail, but school need not get in the way of the Sunday Travel Section!
So, please join me somewhere between Independence Mine and the top of Independence Pass, Alaska.