Back home again in Indiana

Evan was sleepy on the way down:

The long snooze down I-69

Apparently I was, too. This is what happens when you think you have the sock pattern memorized. A prize goes to the first commenter to tell me what I did wrong here:

Botched gusset - a cautionary tale

But I got back on track, as you can see here:

The sock (and Brian) visit the Bloomington Farmer's Market.

And here:

The sock, inspired by the Harlot's travelling socks, takes in the Monroe County Courthouse.
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