Wow. The last two weeks have passed in the blink of an eye. I've been sitting on this post all this time, weighed down by the burden of a deadline, never having the time to work out the words.
And what an adventure to share! For New Years, we drove west, west across the desert to celebrate the turning of the year in Joshua Tree ...
to bask in the sun, work our muscles, feel fingers on rock ...
That was Mountain Man, of course. And here's me, with my handknit, scarlet Cliff Dweller chalk bag:
We had plenty of sweet, quiet downtime in camp, too.
And on New Year's morning, I finally bound off the Shelter Scarf. Ta-Da!!
Very pleased with myself. I think this scarf is so damned cool and clever.
It's knit lengthwise, from one ribbed edge to the other, using horizontal cables that form interlocking circles.
Pattern to come ... someday. I have plans. But it'll be a while, I reckon.
Anyways, one more knitting anecdote from this glorious weekend. By the end of the weekend, I was worn out of climbing and intense sunshine. So while Mountain Man and his friend climbed one last hard route (Bird on a Wire -- they're tiny specks in the middle by the dark spot):
My friend and I stayed in the cool shadows of the valley. And I taught her to knit:
Long tail cast-on. Learned lightning-fast by nimble climbers' fingers.