We drove into town today and walked into a store called "Utrinkets" which boated your usual cabin town sundries of souvenirs. When low and behold at the back of this very understated, nondescript joint was a place of heaven on earth. A yarn shop. A full blown, mother-truckin' yarn shop with all the bells and whistles. The shop is owned by a friendly husband/wife team; the husband was knitting while we browsed.
Good times and good friends.