I just joined Team Hopelessly Overcommitted on ravelry as an excuse to get the projects done that I have spinning around in my head since coming back from Midwest. I'll post more when the photos are ready.
I am also walking to Rivendell this summer. I am already at 32 miles and I am 4 miles passed Black Rider Stopping Place.
The other two ran quickly to the left and down into a little hollow not far from the road. There they lay flat. Frodo hesitated for a second: curiosity or some other feeling was struggling with his desire to hide. The sound of hoofs drew nearer. Just in time he threw himself down in a patch of long grass behind a tree that overshadowed the road. Then he lifted his head and peered cautiously above one of the great roots.