I've been thinking about what I will knit next while hiking. This weekend found Pete and me climbing the second (to Mt. Fiji) most visited climb in the world. Or so they claim, and I have to say that the trail was crowded enough that I believe them. Mt. Monadnock, located in central-southern New Hampshire, provides stunning views of the White Mountains and the smaller hills surrounding it. Take the virtual hike provided here of the trail that we hiked up, the photos are great and took me right back. Some of the things I loved about this hike: the challenge of the granite climbing at the top, passing college students on the way up, and after a rest at the summit, some of them on the way down (they were still climbing). I am WOMAN here me ROAR! The views really are spectacular. Spending another great day with Pete. We really like each other, who knew? Some of the things that made it not the best day: Sharing the trail (for a very short time because we pushed away from him) with a man and his young kids who apparently could not be seperated from the Red Sox for an afternoon. Buddy, the outcome will be the same whether you actually listen or not. Imagine all of the wonderful moments with his children that were squelched by that radio. Man! Also, and why I share this I am not even sure, I occasionally have heart rhythm irregularities. On a really bad day I can go out for my run and not be able to walk because they are constant. Sometimes they are few and far between. Either way, they are annoying and piss me off. Most doctors dismiss them as anxiety or panic, or after wearing a moniter (which of course only captures a few and not all of the different things I may feel), just tell me it is not something to worry about, would I like to take a pill to make them stop? Well, unless you can tell me I for some definite reason need the pill, I would rather not actually, and when I did try a med once before, I felt funny on it and stopped. ANYWAY-going up that mountain on Saturday I was having the heart blurps. When I wasn't thinking about what I am going to knit next, I was debating turning around and going back down. Mostly I got pissed off (my usual reaction) and decided that if it hasn't killed me yet, that I'd probably make it to the top (all the while having fleeting visions of the helicopter that would hover as I was loaded onto a dropped gurney and then rushed to a hospital). The thing I wonder is why it happens sometimes and not others, and why it doesn't always feel the same. Was it exertion on this day? I only had two or three the whole way up Washington, a much longer hike. I have figured out that some of them are related to acid reflux and gas (you should see me if I drink anything carbonated! TONS of irregular heart beats), usually something I have eaten probably, but I haven't narrowed all things down. I would love to find a doctor that would work with me to figure out what causes them, hormonal imbalance (though I have been on HRT and it doesn't appear to have an effect), digestive issues, any other thing.... I throw it out there because I know I am not the only one that experiences this and any other causes to investigate I would be interested in hearing about.
Back to the mountain, it was a gorgeous day and we didn't take many pictures. On the summit there were so many people it was almost impossible to get pics without a multitude of strangers in your view. We are having a great time enjoying the outdoors this summer.
I've been thinking about what I will knit next from the back of the motorcycle, more enjoying the great weather and outdoor life. Sunday, Pete and I, along with two other couples, rode up the coast and into Maine. New Hampshire has a wonderful coastline, while it isn't very long, there are rocky sections for tidepooling and photo taking, and wonderful sandy shores to soak in the sun on hot days. While you will see people in the water, the temperature does not get very warm until late in the summer, and what is warm to a New Englander still keeps many a visitor shivering at the water's edge as they dip their toes in and run from drenching waves.
I am always amazed at the change in atmosphere as you ride through Portsmouth, NH and into southern Maine. The Maine coastline is the puzzle building foundation of my youth (remember those picture puzzles? Those places still exist, seemingly unchanged). There is a photo opportunity at every turn, and it looks as though time is standing still in many ways.
I've been thinking about what I will knit next while strolling along the beach. We had a perfect beach day yesterday and Pete and I took advantage. While we only had a couple of hours between meetings, it was long enough to take a walk and sit to watch the body surfers and little kids enjoy what just may have been the last time we visit the New Hampshire shore for sun bathing and wave walking. I thought that the previous Saturday was my last beach day of the summer, so this one felt like a bonus. I hope I get one more in. And while it was a perfect day, no pictures were taken, so you will have to just take my word for it.
Mostly, I've been thinking about what I am going to knit next while avoiding what I am knitting right now. Despite the rows getting longer and longer on this shawl, despite knitting Zephyr lace weight on stupid, blunty, slippery Addi Turbos, my enthusiasm for this project did not diminish until I got to the very last row. The bind off. The clever, cute, annoying, aggravating, picot bind off. Over 600+ stitches. This shawl is a square and it took me an entire week to bind off one side. I would pick it up, work six picots, put it down, plan my next project. Pick it up, work ten picots, put it down, clean the kitchen. Pick it up, work four picots, put it down, browse blogs. (I haven't read this many blogs all summer-wow you guys were busy!). Pick it up, work eight picots, go for a run, go to the gym, go for a hike, scrub three bathrooms, wash the kitchen floor-with my toungue! That took a week. It doesn't help that some of the picots turn out wonky and funky. But I am NOT going back to fix them. So, then I did some powering through over the weekend (visualizing the shawl blocking on my living room floor as motivation) and am on the very cusp of the third side. ONLY ONE SIDE TO GO!!!!!!! But first, I am going to the gym, stopping at the library to pick up the books that have come in from interlibrary loan (Scarf Style and Wrap Style), spend time browsing and planning, then it is knitting night, where maybe I will bind off some picots.