Trudge, trudge, trudge. Wait. It's near here. I know it. I can almost smell it. No, that's horse. But it's around here somewhere. It's got to be. Wait! Around that corner. There! I've heard of it, but there it really is! The Knittin' Rock! And look! There's knittin' on it. Look closer! Over there. Is that a handknit sock? It must be! It couldn't be anything else. Looks like the Playtime at Azkaban socks.
Oh, and the view is nice, too.
PS: I'm about halfway through the second sock! All that drive time was not wasted!