The Mighty Summit – What We Did, Part Two

Lemme just say, a taco truck is one of the raddest things you can have at a party. Truck food is fun, and it’s even more fun to order it and then just wander away without paying. Also, truck light makes pretty photos.

{Allison, Kelly and Roxanna} photo by Zan

{Elizabeth} photo by Zan

{Danielle}

{Senor taco truck guy}

We dined and danced by the light of paper bag luminaries.

photo by Zan

The next morning dawned rainy, so lunch in the redwood forest turned into lunch in a wine cave.

photo by Zan

Cool, right?!

This where we had one of the more moving parts of the weekend. While we were eating, we had to pick five things from our Life List that we wanted to accomplish in the next 365 days and write them down. Then we stood up and shared so that we could ask the group for help and possibly team up to get accomplishy.

{Heather Spohr} photo by Zan

{Maile Wilson} photo by Zan

{Allison Czarnecki} photo by Zan

{Margaret Gould Stewart} photo by Zan

A lot of women expressed a desire to learn how to sew, and Mena, who had been wowing us every day her homemade wardrobe, quickly added “teach 20 women to sew” to her List. There were big goals and little goals; we applauded Heather Armstrong and Heather Spohr’s noble foundation-starting dreams, and chuckled when Laura stated that she really wanted to knit a blue hat (which Danielle taught her mere hours later). I’m pretty sure I agreed to go sit in a hot tub in Alaska and watch the Northern Lights with some people.

Then we came back to the hotel and gussied up for a fancy dinner which we traveled to in pure luxury.

See?  PURE LUXURY people.

{Heather Armstrong} photo by Zan

The table was elegant.

The ladies were elegant.

{Erin Lochner}

{Helen Jane Hearn} photo by Zan

{Nicole Balch}

{Liz Stanley}

And the food was divine.

We started with this amazing tomato salad.  It turns out that California tomatoes kick the ass of all other tomatoes.

Helen Jane is one of the three ladies behind the event.  She picked out the amazing prix fixe menu.

Maggie presented us all with necklaces that have five tiny gold bands around them and explained that they would serve as a reminder of the five things we had picked to accomplish this year.

It takes a fab, fab dresser to pull off a turban.

There was a lot of the good crying and hand squeezing and encouraging talk, and I fell in love a zillion times.

The next morning we said our goodbyes and I flew home, having all been inspired to go forth and kick some ass.  I was sad to leave all of my new friends, but I missed my family more.  When I saw this, I started to cry.

“I can see my house from here!”