On our last afternoon in Montana -- actually on the way back to the airport -- we stopped in on a lark* at Thirteen Mile Lamb ...

Mountains, more mountains! This weekend I was even further afield. Rocky Mountains. Montana. It must look like my whole life these day...

Another weekend, another landscape.  This time it was the San Jacinto mountains. Sturdy and rugged. Granite and Ponderosa Pines. I tuc...

As the temperatures climbed in Phoenix, we went climbing in Sedona. Up on the cliffs, we took in the sensory experiences: the colors of re...

Flew east. Flew west. Home again now, processing the trip.  I don't have a single stitch to show you.  But I'll borrow an idea...

Mountain Man got hand-knitted socks on our camping trip. Me? I happily brought my new shawl out to the forest.  It was a stealth knit,...

We drove a couple hours north. Out of the desert valley into the pine forests.  Climbed at Oak Creek Overlook. Beautiful basalt cliffs, loo...

This is what my hands looked like over the weekend. Dirty climbing hands. As the rope runs through your metal gear and across the dust...

Up, up, and away .... from the western desert to the eastern megalopolis. New York. It was a quick trip. No time for sightseeing, except for...

It is ... a prickly time for me. Seriously, I can't believe anyone survives their dissertation with their sanity intact!

My wedding shawl. Yards of "print o' the wave" lace knitting in ivory alpaca. I wore it at my wedding , and at a family wedd...