The Road to Reno: Day 5, 6, 7, 8 and 9
You know that the road to hell is paved with good intentions; so too is this blog.
I had intended to blog every night of the show, but I was lucky to get day 4 complete!
This was an action packed event, even though there was not a large attendance. (Crochet lovers out numbered the pointy stick lovers though, so HOORAH for the crochet crowd.)
It was so wonderful to meet new friends and rekindle old acquaintances with fellow hookeristas.
So let’s give you the blurred tour of Reno Memories…
I can’t thank my mom, Sandy Rivers, enough without her great admin and cashiering I don’t know that I could have made it through the show in one piece, so THANKS MOM!
Friday night we had a great dance hosted by Crochetville and Doris J. Chan was our dj. That woman is awesome! We partied like it was 1999 (or 1985 even Great tunes Doris!)
Before I knew it the show was over, we were packed up and it was time to hit the road home. I had another mission to attend. My daughter, Sara’s birthday was Tuesday Sept. 18, I was going to make it hell or high water! I hadn’t missed a birthday yet and I knew she needed to see me by Monday night! After all moving away for the first time is scary, who doesn’t remember that? So, I made it from Reno to Albany, Oregon in a single day. Remember, I do not drive at night, and it’s a super long drive from Reno to Albany. I couldn’t take the back roads through Eastern Oregon because of the wild fires, so I had to go back through Mt. Shasta and up I-5. It was dry, it was hot, it was long but I was a Mom with a mission (yes, capital M on mom…cause it was that kind of mission.)
642 miles in a day and arriving in Albany just as the sun was setting was nothing short of a miracle. Why? Cause my baby needed me to be there, that’s why! We hadn’t gotten to say good bye and one day I will tell you my whole story, but needless to say I risked life and limb to make sure my kids had a good life, and my daughter needed the reassurance she wasn’t loosing her mama.
Now, oddly enough my girl is a fabulous crocheter, and I was able to deliver to her a few goodies including a beautiful hook carved by Monica Lowe, bought by grandma (Sandy Rivers) for Sara’s 19th birthday. After spending the night on the 17th, spending Sara’s birthday with her and making sure she and her friends had enough food to last them a month (what else is a mom to do?), I had to really say good bye. Back to the waterworks, both of us, she’s fine, I’m fine; we both know it.
I managed to drive north to my childhood home in Gladstone, Oregon. I took the scenic route home, I love Old Pacific Highway, it’s always beautiful no matter the weather.
To sum up the road to Reno, it was a dream come true in so many ways. I cannot imagine a better transition in life on all levels. From the CLF showing who and what we truly are to my personal life change as a mother and woman this was an epic journey worthy of some kind of poem. Maybe I’ll find the time to write about it, but in the meantime, Fall has arrived and it’s time to start crocheting for the holidays. No rest for these wicked hooks.
Old Pacific HWY 99, Oregon City Oregon