We were at the Circle Square Ranch south of Austin. It was the worst weekend so far this year for travel. We had snow, then more snow, then blowing snow on top of snow. Most of the others got there on Friday, but I didn't make it until Saturday.
You can see why.
That was the good road. Our main highway was closed, so I had driven from Winnipeg on the secondary highway, then up a provincial road and onto what is generously called an access road. There was at least once when I was wishing I was a tractor.
(And me hearing my brother's voice in my head, "You know, Karen, if you leave the road and rollover, all that stuff in your car isn't tied down and it will go flying." Thanks John. Here's me driving with my hands firmly on the steering wheel with visions of cartwheeling ironing boards and sewing machines in an endless loop through my brain.
Wonderful weekend, though. I didn't get much done, but I started on the mystery quilt:
And here is what it looks like now. I can't decide whether to put on another border, so I'm letting it sit for a bit.
Now. Onwards and upwards to finishing the Newspaper Pinwheels quilt. More about that later.
