All but one of our attendees made it safely (last minute health issue – we all feel terrible for her) and last night we ate chicken cacciatore and exchanged gifts and drank wine and laughed hysterically. Our studio space is arranged and waiting for everyone to set up their individual workspaces.
And last night I threw open the windows in our room and fell asleep to the sound of this river. It will be the soundtrack to our week.
Down the road, just visible through the trees across from where I’m sipping my coffee, is Mount Adams.