Each year on this weekend in February, one of the spinning retreats dear to me occurs. About a month ago, the group received an email from the organizer with the news that the state park facility where it is held had a major equipment failure affected the heating system and the lodge had to close for a couple of months. The event offered rescheduling in May if enough participants were interested. Of course we are interested, but it still left a hollow spot for this weekend. I am not a social butterfly and attended this the first time only after being welcomed into the local spinning group and knowing what part of this group attended the retreat. Friends have been made there, friends that are only seen a few times each year, but friends that are treasured.
This is from last year.
Unexpectedly, late Friday evening, I received a text from a number I didn’t recognize, but the info was. Once established who was on the other end of the exchange, I found out that 4 of my friends from the retreat and had already arranged time off from work and/or care for their critters back home had come for the weekend to the mountain top lodge 4 miles from our house.
Yesterday winter had returned to our mountain with cold rain and wind. We did our weekly Saturday breakfast out and got to the Farmers’ Market half an hour before they opened. After waiting the time with a cup of coffee from the local coffee barista, the market goodies brought home and put away, and a quick vacuuming and dusting of dog and cat hair, I packed my sturdy contemporary wheel and a basket of fiber and drove up the mountain for an afternoon with friends. We enjoyed a late lunch in the lodge dining facility, sat in the sitting room of the suite reserved by one couple, spun, knitted, talked and told tales.
When we are at the retreat, each day winds down with a happy hour at 5 and though we ate late, Jim and I invited them down for cheese and crackers and a beverage from a list of choices. Three of the friends drove down the mountain to our house and got to meet Jim, the household dog and cat pack, saw our farm, visited for an hour or so and then headed back up for their last evening of the weekend at the Lodge. Though the retreat was postponed until May, these friends helped fill the void that the postponement had left in my heart.
Two years ago.
Until our next meeting, safe travel home my friends.