Hey, it’s scenic, it works

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There’s this shawl I’m working on that’s named after mountains in Colorado, but on my last trip out there I didn’t have time to take photos of it. This weekend I managed photos but since I was nowhere near Colorado, I had to use the majestic scenery I had at hand.

Fortunately, Joshua Tree has plenty.

I’ll be picking shreds of yucca fiber from my shawl for awhile, I think, but I’m happy with the photos I got. It went OK; I should’ve gotten up even earlier than 6:30 a.m., since it was full morning by the time I got into the park around 7 and already unbearably hot when I left an hour or so later. The Mojave in summer, even the tail end of summer, is no joke.

It also would’ve been nice to have remembered a tripod. Or to have slept enough not to have panda-like rings around my eyes. Ah, well. I managed. I set up my camera on a rock and propped the lens up with a stick, and when it got too hot to stay in the sun, took some shots from a spot wedged in between the lumpy stacks of boulders that jut out of the ground throughout the park and provide the only shade.

I knitted a lot this weekend, which I always do regardless of season. People noticed more than usual  due to the hundred-degree weather and the bright colors I was working with, and some people recognized me as “the knitter” from years past at the same event.

(The event is a music thing – Cracker and Camper Van Beethoven, playing in Pioneertown. It’s been happening for ten years running, and I’ve gone to — and knit at, I think — all ten.)

I’d meant to check out yarn stores when I was down there, but instead I brought home this:

Buddy

That’s Buddy. Guess I’d better get used to finding little ginger and white hairs in my knitting.