It turns out that, although I thought I had outgrown carsickness, really I had only outgrown being a passenger.
It turns out that going up and down the hills of the Ozarks will turn me just as green as going up and down the hills of the Blue Ridge.
It also turns out that, even with taking four projects along for the ride, I made several poor choices in my quest for travelling knitting, especially given the car sickness. It turns out that I actually made four poor choices.
It turns out that there was no mystery to why the ballerina sweater was two feet too wide. It turns out that getting nine stitches to four inches instead of twelve will have that result. It also turns out that going down three additional needles sizes, even after doing a quicky gauge, will get me thirteen stitches, too small. One of these days it will turn out just right, but not on this road trip.
It also turns out that a road trip is not a great time to start the miser's purse from the January issue of Piecework. You know, since it's done in the round with lace weight on 000s and all.
It turns out that I didn't have enough handspun yarn in charcoal and indigo to finish a striped sleeping cap.
It turns out that the charity hat, which employs double knitting on 120 stitches and is cool in concept, actually involves knitting 22 inches of k1, slip 1 purlwise. It turns out that 22 inches of k1, slip 1 purlwise is unbelieveably boring.
Above all, it turns out that bottle feeding two orphaned lambs every four hours makes none of the above matter in the least.