Sea Hag and the Pet in My Head

(Gary Rith and his new BFF Colleen, artist, soapmaker and owner of the Sea Hag)
Me and the missus went to Sea Hag Soaps and Mercantile yesterday. It is a famous gallery in Pennsylvania that has been selling my work for about a year, but I had never visited, allowing other people to deliver for me. I got my fat check last week for the prior month's sales and said "HOLY SALES SLIP we gotta go too this place with EVERY POT I CAN SPARE!!!!!". 'Cause Christmas is coming!
Central and western New York where we live is a long and narrow slice, Lake Ontario (and Ontario!)is just over an hour north of us, Pennsylvania an hour south. Brackney is over hill and dale right on the state line, and it makes our little town of 300 look big---Brackney, PENN has a post office, and 7 lakes. It is like a little fairy tale, it is so pretty there, with all these little wooded hills and lakes and cottages and barns and cows and sheep. Funny that Pennsylvania would look so different from neighboring New York, but somehow it does? More hills, tighter together, more trees, more wooly sheep? Something like that. Plus anytime there are 7 lakes and loads of tourist cottages and all, you have fewer trailers and more COTTAGES.
So, Colleen bought 30 acres, a barn a creek, and pond for 40 thousand back around 9/11 and I AM JEALOUS. The barn is absolutey huge and perfectly restored. They really do make a boatload of soaps there, plus there is a huge gallery for selling art, and with the pond and creek and hillside and live music groups that perform...it is a destination. She has the prettiest hillside, she really does, and the thing that amazes you is how crowded the place is and how nearly impossible to find.
OK, so lucky me, I have reason to GO BACK, preferably when the weather isn't as stinko as yesterday.