Don’t forget the GREAT Summer Orphan Block Challenge! The deadline to be eligible to receive the grand prize package is tomorrow, one minute before midnight, east coast time (US).
Our mystery judge is sharpening her red pen. She's a stickler for rules, so make sure you have all your T's dotted and I's crossed (or is that the other way around?) when you send your entry in.
I can't wait to be inspired by your projects. And I can't wait to send the grand prize to the Challenge winner!
Summer's Last Hurrah!Great Camp Sagamore is one of the Great Camps of the Adirondacks built in rustic style during the Gilded Age of the late 1800's/early 1900s. The Great Camp, built by famous Adirondack developer William W. Durant, later purchased by Alfred Vanderbilt, passed to Alfred's wife when he died on the Lusitania when it was torpedoed on its passage across the Atlantic. The camp, now a National Historic Landmark, is host to a variety of summer programs. A quilting weekend is typically one of the last programs at the camp before it is closed up for the season.
For the last four years, I have been a participant in the quilting weekend event at Sagamore. This year I taught machine quilting on Saturday. Other teachers offered a variety of classes as well. Evenings included introductions, a trunk show, and quiet sewing time. Each year the event inspires me. I'm not sure if it's because of the beautiful, natural surroundings, the people, the food, or some combination of all of the above. I'll let the pictures tell the story.
Guests cross over a small wooden bridge to access the cluster of buildings on a small peninsula on the tiny Adirondack lake.
The main lodge is the largest building in the complex. Wrap-around balconies offer breathtaking views.
Grab a canoe and a paddle for a close-up connection with the lake. Don't the blues in the water and sky look so inviting!
A red squirrel breakfasts on pinecone seeds. Three loons swimming and fishing just off-shore, were also a daily sight.
The morning mist rises off the lake at breakfast time.
Crossing over the wooden bridge one more time, headed home. The leaves are starting to show fringes of the flaming color to come.
Relax and enjoy one last breath of summer . . .