For the Fourth of July, we went to visit Grilltech's mom. On the road trip over, I pulled out a skein of Noro*. A pile of yarn barf came out of the middle, so I spent the time waiting for the meal showing up, trying to un-knot it. The meal arrived and I shoved everything into my bag. We ate, then drove another four hours to Portland. We get there and I got o pull out my knitting and wouldn't you know it? My needles had jumped out the bag in Pendleton. Crap!
So we pulled out the smart phones and found a local shop. I picked up some new yarn and another set of needles. During the three days we was there, I made it to the instep on the socks. Pretty good for not doing much.
On the way home, we stopped at the restaurant and ordered lunch. I was able to get my needle back. So I have an extra set. Which means I can start another project if I feel like it.
* I've determined Noro is the spawn of evil. No more of that stuff again.