As per usual, Quilt Market was a feast for the eyes. As someone who was a camper and counselor for ten summers, I loved Camp Moda. There were so many perfect touches I practically burst into a chorus Kumbaya. (Luckily for everyone there, I restrained myself.)
That’s my nice way of saying I probably don’t have anything new to share today – the flight was uneventful, we’re all in Salt Lake City and hanging around the convention center waiting to be allowed into the Exhibit Hall to start unpacking crates and boxes.