Dispatch: River Knitting

Rivers are my thing. Well, weather dependent, rivers are my thing.

While professionally, I work to restore rivers (you didn’t  think I just blogged and knit for a living, did you?), come summer, I lounge beside them.

I have a system for my river days. It goes like this: unpack cooler (with a cocktail, if feasible, and yummy treats), position shade tent just so, spread out my beach towel on chaise recliner, set Reed up with his various beach toys and buddies, slather on copious quantities of sunscreen, and unpack the knitting.

It’s my weekend routine.I’ve worked on all kinds of projects this summer, but my socks have seen a lot of the action and have now traveled to no less than five different rivers over the past couple of months. They travel well, and I can hold a conversation or keep my eyes on Reed without screwing them up.

When I get too hot, I can easily set the sock down and jump in the river.

Splish splash.

And if the sock gets a bit drippy on the return (it always does), well, it’s not the end of the world.I’ve brought other projects along too: my worsted weight sweater and a shawl or two. I’m not too discerning, although my white shawl is staying home for all eternity.

I usually think I will fit in WAY more knitting then I ever get to, especially if I am sans Reed. But, in reality, it never amounts to more than a few hours per trip. Not nearly enough.

In typical fashion, I will envision finishing a sweater, two shawls, and a sock in a single day, only to come home with two inches of stockinette on a sock.

When will I ever learn?Of course my new skill this summer has been floaty knitting, which I truly cannot recommend highly enough. It’s gotta be right up there with living in an apartment directly upstairs from a superb yarn store (with great big windows for fantastic light).

I’ve figured out how to anchor the little hole by my feet on a rock so I float in place and don’t drift away, only to end up in Fiji or somewhere. It’s delightful.River season is really in it’s prime now. The water is a bit lower and warmer. Better for swimming. There are so many relativily pristine rivers close to us. We are truly lucky in this regard, and it’s one of the main reasons I have chosen to live where I do. Making a routine of weekend river knitting has also helped me cope with the summer coastal fog and cooler temperatures in my new home.

I have my spots, but I always have my ears open for new oases. (I like that the plural of oasis is oases.)

My mission this summer is to see how many water bodies I can take the floaty out on before it pops. So far, I am up to three.Where’s your most decadent place to knit?

P.S. If you miss me between posts, keep your eye out for my quips of wisdom on Instagram and Facebook!

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