WOOL 2013: Wrap-Up
I’d like to say, first and foremost, that it was deeply satisfying to be back at Wiawaka for WOOL this year. Fate conspired to get us there, but then threw us a monkey wrench along the way. I guess you should expect a little sour along with your sweet?
The weather really only cooperated on Saturday, with Thursday being hazy, hot, and humid. It rained all day on Friday, and a little bit on Sunday morning. It’s a shame, because usually our time there is so sunny and gorgeous. I did come home twice as dark as I started out (huzzah!) between Saturday and Sunday afternoon. I tell you, I missed that dock.
Our group was composed of mostly regulars, though most had never been to Wiawaka before and one was completely new to the retreat. Jane drove 10 hours to join us, one way! Everyone was a good sport given the new locale, and I can’t thank them enough for their grace, friendship, and sense of adventure.
And talk about grace under pressure. Wiawaka booked an outside “healing seminar” for Friday, spanning from breakfast until mid-afternoon. During which time we had literally no place to stay. Not a porch, not a living room, not a gazebo anywhere on the grounds wasn’t being used. The dock was set aside for us, but wouldn’t you know… it was raining. I’ve already spoken to the staff and sent a letter off to the board. That definitely could have been better planned. We couldn’t even get into our rooms without disrupting classes on the porches! Nonsense. I’ve already made my thoughts known to the management and expect better next year, that’s for sure.
Still, nonsense aside, we had fun. The food has definitely improved, and Wakonda (the newly renovated and opened lodge) was a rustic step back in time. We loved our livingroom and kitchen to ourselves. There’s still work to be done in there (the bathrooms are… interesting), but I’m glad we gave the old/new digs a try.
The highlight of the weekend, for me, was knocking back Woodchuck while Ginni wow-ed us with her show and tell shawls. Which she then offered to us, all 15-20 of them. “Take them,” she said, “you’re doing me a favor! I need the room!” It was like Christmas and your birthday all rolled up into one! I came home with *coughfourorfivecough* several after trying not to be too much of a pig. Each of us went home with at least two or three, and there were still leftovers for her to give away to others.
On Sunday, three of us joined Beth at her house further down on the lake for lunch. What a gorgeous home! We ate, talked, Megan kayaked, and it was a lovely end to our weekend away. Thank you, Beth, for being such a generous hostess.
So, that was this year. It could have been better, but it could have been worse too. We laughed, knit, crocheted, embroidered, spun, kayaked, ate, and drank ourselves silly. Well, we didn’t drink ourselves silly, but you get the point. Good times were had and I’m looking forward to next year, where we may (or may not) have decided to move back to my beloved Lake House. Either way, it’ll we fun.