I Meet Mick

On our way home we decided to stop at my cabin, to check in on it. That was a good idea, because it turned out the land had been sold, and all my possessions had been boxed up and put in the shed. I think I just took them and stored them at a neighbors for a while. Then we headed back to Northport.

We got back to Alyssa's and Kindheart's place. I need to mention that we weren't the only ones staying on this land. Kindheart's ex wife, her new husband Will, and their baby were there too, as well as Kindheart's two little kids who came with us on our trip. Shortly after I got back, Will comes up to me and tells me I ought to go to a barter faire they are having in Idaho, about 3 hours away. I decide to go.

I got to the barter faire after I got a speeding ticket a few minutes before. I was going 45 in a 35 mile zone. I was a little frazzled. I got there, and it was teeny. I had wool hats to sell, and it was about 95 degrees. Plus nobody there looked like the type that would buy my hats anyway. I had 35 dollars to my name, and the ticket was for 35 dollars. I thought "What the heck am I doing here? I shouldn't have come." I told the woman next to me all my problems. I said I thought I was just going to go. She told me I needed to slow down, look I already got a speeding ticket for going too fast. And beside she was selling all woolens too, and she was here. So I stayed.

Besides the woman with the woolens, I was set up next to two woman on the other side of me, one of which I already knew, and was friends with from festivals and had even been to her house, here in Idaho.

So it was 95 degrees, and I set out my hats and some heavy wool socks I had knitted. It seemed pretty hopeless for sales, and even hopeless for fun. Then here he comes. The only prospective customer in the place. A organic looking hippie guy, who is just the type to buy my hats. I think " This is my only hope of ever making a sale. I have to nab him.". He comes over to my stuff and I was right. He picks up the pair of heavy socks and takes off his sock and boots. I tell him he can try them on, and he says "Oh that's ok, but I'll look at your hats." He ended up buying one of my nicest handspun hats and gave me a  five dollar tip. This is how I met Mick, the father of my child.

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