My annual autumn ramble north. This time home to see my mum and the Puppets in the Green Mountains festival all around southern Vermont, with a stops to get my fiddle fixed, see great art and some very huge and inspiring braided rugs. Then camping at a fire performers retreat where the prayer ties on my camp site brought the wind in force, but my increasingly luxurious set up with cot and the blue jean rug kept my fine new tent grounded.
