My trekking began the first weekend of the month, but it has taken me ages to post the proof. Instead of the traditional trek in the wilds, my sock began with a trip on a plane all the way across the country. Here is my skein of #66 ready for its first trip.
We flew to Boston and I began the first sock on the plane. There was one real trek on the evening of the 6th, but sadly, the only picture is of the sock reviewing the trek on a map of the city. The trek began with a short subway ride followed by a quick trek for a subversive meeting at the Union Oyster House with none other than her infernal majesty, Sheelzebub! Since we were discussing her plans for her presidency for life, of course, no pictures were allowed. Just know that there were lobsters involved and cheesecake.
After the meeting, we went for a lovely trek to the waterfront and all over the North End. We attempted to find a spot for coffee, but Boston rolls up the sidewalks very early. We did see cows. There were lots of cows. The sock was quite curious about this, but it was much too dark to get good photos. Sophie the Flower Cow was possibly our favorite, but it was hard to choose.
From there, the sock went on about its journey and returned home safe and sound. Since then, the sock has enjoyed some smaller treks to a local park to watch happy children who just finished third grade and around town for errands.
Today, the sock is taking a break while Young Man and a friend are playing. I snapped a Saturday Sky picture for Sandy, but our sky is rather dismal today. The clouds do not mean rain and they do mean that we won't see the triple-digit temperatures that were hinted at in the weather forecast.