Copied from a post I wrote here right when we came home:In this case, not the pirate sound, but the name for a semi-annual gathering of autodidactic learners in cabins at Roan Mountain, TN. The kids and I went for the first time this weekend. There were no speakers or much of a schedule and it was so relaxed. On the last night, Jesse declared, emphatically, that we need to go to every ARGH from now on. I think that would be swell. To think, I almost let some torrential rain keep me from making the drive. It was Jesse who convinced me that I must persevere. I like when
they persuade
me to jump outside of my comfort zone.
One of the highlights was having the blogger/author
Patti Digh talk and read to us from her book,
Life is a Verb - 37 Days - essays about the question of what she would do differently if she knew that she only had 37 days left to live. I bought the book. It is filled with amazing art and provocative,inspiring ideas. She too grew up a red head, in awe of her library and of Pippi Longstocking. For this, and so many more reasons, I was smitten. Here she is with (the also inspiring)
Kelli:
Mindy and
Gail, just two of the many wise, generous unschooling women that I get
so much out of seeing:

It's also fun to see the ageless men:

and
non age-segregating kids (especially the teens):

There was henna, beading, knitting, pool, table tennis, nerf gun battles, Bananagrams, Yu Gi Oh, football, In a Pickle, Catch Phrase, a pot luck...

Here was the setting, as captured by Gillen on the last morning.

He was on his way back to our cabin having generously agreed to venture out and retrieve my camera from another cabin - far, far away - where I had left it the night before. Both of my guys were so generously helpful, and so happy to be on this trip that I feel capable of traveling even further with them alone in the future. I will overcome any fear of fatigue. Argh! I
am adventurous woman.
Just look at how
humiliatingly foolhardy adventurous I can be. Jesse asked me to jump into the talent show with him at the
very last second, and I did, attaching us together first like this -

and then leading the patient talent show crowd in "chair yoga". (There's no one more encouraging or patient than an unschooling talent show audience).

Thank you
Laura and
Ren for putting it all together.



Actually, in the picture, they are Ren and Laura. Both tall, beautiful, Converse-wearing , artistic, loving mamas, TN-dwelling and goofy, whatever order you put them in, I think that they are meant to create things together.