In the car on the way to the Brooklyn pier on October 29--the day of the big storm that came out of nowhere and shut down the northeast for most of the time we were gone. Were we lucky or what?
When we finally did get to the ship, here's what we found:
Snow on the deck chairs.
About an hour before sailing time, the captain announced that we would spend the night tied to the pier because of nasty weather and rough seas, and we'd be leaving bright and early the next morning. This didn't bother us too much. We just pretended we were cruising and didn't look out the windows.
Once underway all was delightful--especially the Halloween celebration.
I never realized a pumpkin could be carved without removing those yucky innards.
There were some great costumes--obviously worn by people who didn't have to fly home with baggage weight restrictions.
I have no idea who these guys are. Probably stowaways.
So now it's back to the Treehouse for some speed-crafting. I have two craft shows next weekend and I never know when enough is enough. It's an addiction. I'm a hopeless victim of a hobby-gone-wild.
A note to Sue who asked me a question in the comments: I live in Brookfield which is very close to New Milford. Gaylordsville is about 15 miles north of here on Rt. 7. Thanks for reading!
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