Kicking back Up North

Yes, Up North, is the way Michiganders refer to northern Michigan.  I am almost feeling guilty to be enjoying the cool, even breezy cold, weather here as Dallasites suffer with 100 degree heat already in early June.  I think the summer there could be a b@3%h.  I love wearing sweaters and light weight jackets.  Wish I had brought more flats and not so many sandals.  Oops, am I rubbing it in?
So much to do here.  Friday night we cruised around the sidewalk party in Petoskey.  I got to visit the precious Cynthia2 knit shop.  They have knitting gatherings on certain Saturdays this summer that I want to frequent.

Also got to visit Fustini's in person.  I have been ordering specialty olive oils and vinegars  online for them.  In the store you get to taste all the products.  Fabulous.  They are temporarily discontinuing Porcini Mushroom Oil so I selected Lemon instead to companion with my fave vinegar, Lavender.

Yummy choices to add to my big full meal salads.
The Harbor Springs farmers market should be starting soon, so uber fresh lettuce and tomatoes will be just a bike ride away.  I'm telling you, this is Camp-for-Grownups.

Porchin' it at Camp for Grown-ups

Summers in Wequetonsing and Harbor Springs are all about porches.  And, porches are key at Camp-for-Grownups, as I like to call it  Most afternoons I end up on someone's porch with my knitting bag.  Betsy's porch is a magnet for folks.  Here we are with Jim in attendance after his golf game.  Shortly after this pic, he went inside to pour up a little wine for us.  After all this is "Camp for Grown-ups".

Betsy is trying to learn "knitting two socks at a time" with the Magic Loop.  Judy is cranking out prayer shawls.  She can't bring her needlepoint to the porch as she can't see it without her magnifier lamp.  Age-appropriate handicaps are such pain.

Barb is dealing with a bird's nest tangle of yarn she hopes to make into socks.  Barb's yarn seems to always be in disarray, but she is undaunted.  After porch time, Barb headed out to do a little kayaking.  See, it really is Camp-for-Grownups.  We are so lucky!!