I may never come back

First things first – I have a winner for my sock giveaway. I am so glad that I made this a random drawing because I would never have been able to pick a winner on my own. You are all so wonderful that I want to knit socks for all of you, but that would take me years. This was so much fun that I’ll do another knitting giveaway of something later this summer – maybe a hat or scarf for the coming winter.

To make sure things were fair, I went old school. First I wrote everyone’s names on pieces of paper and put them in my favorite knitting bag.

Then I recruited one of my minions – a very perplexed Campbell – to draw a piece of paper.

And the winner is . . . 

Betsy!

Betsy is a friend in real life. Her son is one of the “big boys” on the climbing team, and she is an amazing person. I want to be like her when I grow up. But the best part is that I’ll be seeing Betsy this weekend in Boulder and can give her the socks in person – no trip to the post office needed.

And speaking of Boulder . . .

Ella and I leave tomorrow at 6:05 am for Colorado. She has another climbing comp there – her third. B took the girls on their trip back in February, so it’s my turn to go. It should be a fantastic trip. We’ll have all day tomorrow and Friday to play before Ella climbs on Saturday and Sunday. Sunday afternoon, the coach is taking some of the big kids over to a town called Rifle to climb in the wild for a week. Ella’s not big enough to stay without me, and I can’t be away for a whole week, so we’re going to drive over with the team on Sunday, and she’ll get to climb most of the day on Monday before we head back to Denver for our 8:00 pm flight home.

Some of our free-day plans include breakfast at Lucile’s, which has beignets and eggs benedict to die for, a trip up to Estes Park to take the tramway up the mountain to feed chipmunks (Ella’s very special request), a trip into Rocky Mountain National Park, and wandering Pearl Street.

Mostly, though, I’m looking forward to the cool air. Here’s Austin’s forecast for the week

and here’s Boulder’s.

This is pretty much my dream weather, even if it ends up raining while we’re there. It’s been so long since I’ve seen rain that the change will be nice. As a bonus, I’ll get to wear my NYC Marathon jacket again. And jeans. And hand-knit socks.

Yep. I may not come home.