dose of the desert

Desert weekend.


Means: knitting between climbs.


We were out in a secret area that Mountain Man and his friend are developing for rock climbing. I love these tough, sweet guys out on the rocks. I was so happy to get to see their first ascent of this beautiful 10d.


I swear, I was smiling the whole day (aside from a brief pout at not being able to get through the crux of that climb myself). I was certainly smiling when I got out of the truck in the morning and realized it was still chilly enough for a hat.


Goofy knitter, goes to Arizona and is happy for a cold snap.


Oh, it was heaven! And had me so happy again. It's been a cold stretch in Cambridge. I needed this dose of the desert.