I did what I'd consider crazy amounts of travel up and down the length of California this summer. I hit Humboldt, Big Sur, San Diego, and a few spots in between, and in nothing like so sensible an order as just listed.
In the midst of a busy summer with more travel plans than my hobbitty self copes with well, I reached into my yarn stash, pulled out a couple of balls of fingering weight merino, and cast on for the most complicated scarf pattern my over-taxed psyche could handle. Two-by-two rib, baby.
I christen this my Highway 101 scarf. It sat in my lap in the car, on the plane, on the beaches of two different rivers, and even, occasionally, at home in my knitting chair where it and I belong.
The yarn is Knit Picks Felici self-striping sock yarn in the colorway "Time Traveler". Somebody go back in time and figure out where the summer went. How is it possible that Labor Day is in two weeks?