When we could finally tear ourselves away from the fabulous Worrix apartment in McMinnville, Jeri and I headed out into the countryside. I drove, Jeri navigated, so I don't really know where I was. I was just following directions. We made our way to the studio of Mike Santone who is a potter who makes clay masks. He has a wonderful studio next to his house out on a country lane. When I pulled into the parking space, one of his faces was watching me from a tree. We were envious of his nicely lit and spacious studio.