And just like that, another Saltbox weekend has ended. Much, much too quickly. This year's attendees:
It might go down as the best (but absolutely the fastest) SB weekend yet. Trevor, Sarah, Nil, Matt and I drove up together and arrived a little before 10, having survived a torrential downpour that left our driver yelling "I can't see!". Some Taboo, hot tub, Truth or Dare and late night grilling followed and then...spontaneous dance party initiated by the best last-minute addition to the cabin roster ever, Ms. Lindsay Schneipp. Saturday and Sunday passed in a blur - The Farmer's Market in Waitsfield, VT is almost enough to move me to the Mad River Valley permanently. We bought tons of fresh food that we were able to use (except for the Kale, which I mistook for actual lettuce. Now I need to figure out what on earth I can do with it) for dinner that night. Blind beer tasting, wine sampling, river swimming, Uno, communal pasta dinner, major Sunday morning breakfast, a trip to Montpelier/The Dairy Creme to pick up the intrepid traveler Whit...
What made this weekend so damn-near-perfect (consistent rain, a missing hammock, no visit to Trent/Cabot Cheese Annex and very little bocce are holding us at a 9.2 instead of a perfect 10) was the group of people, all of whom participated in good spirit - no negativity, too-coolness, or naysayers.