Boots and saddles

Published on Wednesday September 6th, 2006

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At last I can heed the requests for more photographs of the Colorado odyssey. Thanks to Fred Meyer’s one-hour development service, I was able to get these on a CD before we drove up to Friday Harbor. (Easterners: Fred Meyer is like a local version of Wal-mart, only with better quality stuff and fewer lapdances for Satan.)

Anyway, clockwise from top left: 1. Wrangler Jerry, a 17-year-old Amish kid we corrupted, looking over the edge of Black Face Butte. 2. Sandra Lake as seen from the trail up to the saddle between Wilson Peak and Mt. Wilson. 3. The boys stubbornly disregarding the trail we clever girls found and riding across the Meadows in the San Juan National Forest. 4. The view of Vermilion Peak and Gabriel’s Horn from Black Face. 5. Lizard Head from the trail below. 6. The group reaching the remains of my great-aunt and uncle’s 1933 cabin.

And we wouldn’t want to forget the knitting content:

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This is one rough-riding sock, friends. And Cassidy is a patient pony, little fazed by the antics of his crazy knitter and also unparalled at following deer trails through all kinds of unwelcoming terrain, even when assaulted most cruelly by yellowjackets. The picture on the right not only captures the art of knitting in a hail storm at 12,000 feet (okay, this is just post-hail), but reveals Phase 1 of a fall project I’m cooking up: dyeing with owl clover. I collected a plastic bag full up at Sandra Lake, and you can see it here drying on my laundry line.

I have no idea if I’ve got enough plants to make a reasonable quantity of dye, or if my haphazard drying process was too compromised by damp weather and the necessity of stuffing the plants into a duffle bag on a pack horse every day. They’re in my basement now, sad brown shrivelled husks of their former selves. Will they still yield a pretty red dye? Who knows. I also haven’t the faintest clue what to do to them to extract said color, so obviously a lot more research is necessary. Pat at Abundant Yarn & Dyeworks keeps making noises about offering a plant dyeing class, which I’m panting to join, but hasn’t given any details yet. Anybody have any good plant dyeing resource materials to recommend?

It’s a beautiful sunny day in Friday Harbor, so I’m going to wrest myself away from the computer for a trip up to my parents’ property to give my two cents on architectural and landscape design. It’s terribly odd to imagine my parents in a house other than the one they built before I was born, but change is good for the spirit. And they’ve got an undeniably beautiful site for a smaller place. Stay tuned: you might get to see a picture of it. Yesterday we went out on a birding excursion and I got some photos I think may turn out well, so maybe I’ll put together a little island montage for you.

7 Comments to “Boots and saddles”

  1. schrodinger Comment Says:

    The views look stunning. I have no idea where to point you in terms of natural dyes, but can’t wait to hear (and see) how it goes.

  2. Lisa Comment Says:

    Those photos are a gorgeous. The first one of the person on the horse is particularly arresting. wow. Those photos make me want to rent Brokeback Mountain, but more for the beautiful scenery and photography. Well, OK, Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhal are cute too 🙂

    Can’t wait to see how things turn out with the owl clover. Keep us posted!

  3. gleek Comment Says:

    hahaha, look at you.. on the back of a horse.. knitting. gosh, that’s just precious 🙂

    looks like you had a great time! it’s so beautiful there!

  4. Amanda Comment Says:

    beautiful! looks like you had a great time and i love that you are trying to make your own dye from natural plants!

  5. Virginia Comment Says:

    What a clever idea to collect clover while on the trip. Where’s Marie to weigh in on this one?

    Yay for corrupting the Amish!

  6. Rebecca Comment Says:

    That trip sounds so incredible! What an adventure you had!

  7. Katie Comment Says:

    I just love those photos. There is just something glorious about high altitude photography. Everything is more brisk up there. The photo is you knitting in your tent is just adorable.