I Had Another Birthday Poem

I had another birthday,
too many to count.
At least it works in my favor,
I now get a Senior discount.

I had another birthday,
I made it another year;
My thanks to all who sent good wishes,
From New York to Mt. Ranier.

I’m still making little baskets,
and weaving with tiny beads;
Watching Tracy grind on shiny rocks
None of it High-speed.

I had another birthday,
A day without party or stuff;
But a day with your love and friendship – thanks,
I’m wishing for your #enough!!!

Happy days to you all!!!

Rock Hunting Above Enoch, UT

rock huntingWe took the road to the left on this adventure to the BLM lands east of Enoch, Utah. Up about a quarter mile all you can hear is the freeway noise. Junipers blanket the hillside and provide what shade there’s going to be from the 100 degree+ heat.

Tracy is hunting for high contrast agate for cabs. I’m looking for small flats/chips to tumble for my baskets. There’s so much to choose from, it would be easy to fill a gallon bag in a short time. I’m looking for more subtle pieces that will blend and accent the basket, not be the focal point for it.

When we were rock hunting in the private land sections of Death Valley, CA it came home to me that it was possible many of those wind-polished rocks had not been moved in 100’s of years. And that they should be moved gently – you never knew what creature could be raising their own family underneath.

Most of what we chose today have been washed down from above, what the BLM calls “float”, and is legal to acquire without permit or fee. Another treasure trove considered float (because we aren’t going to mine for it) are the rocks road graders have “popped” up during road repair. This can be a little more difficult if it hasn’t rained since they graded.

Grandmother’s relatives left tobacco as a thank you for sharing when rock, weaving materials and food were taken from the land. As I chose to be a non-smoker 27 years ago, I don’t have tobacco around. I decided to purchase corn seeds from the local farm store in the spring. A good 1 lb of seed usually lasts me a full year of hunting. It’s my thank you and the squirrels, birds, and others benefit from them and sometimes I’ll spot a plant from the previous year’s offering.

The hillsides and meadows are still green. The Junipers show off their blue berries and many of the cactus have gone from flower to fruit. The Juniper/Cedar berries are used by many of the local tribal women for beads. Some of the tribes call them “ghost beads”. I use them on my baskets, but I don’t harvest and string them, I buy them from the ladies of the other tribes. They are not too expensive and about 6 ft’ of beads lasts a long time.

The morning air has a little bite and it feels like fall. Too early on a calendar, but Mother Earth will do what she wants. I’m ready for winter any time she is.

Until next time – – – – –

Art Show Adventures

A trip to Brian Head started out wrong. Getting caught in the paving project at Hwys 12 and 89 put us behind a good 30 minutes.

Then it was carefree vacationers playing bite the bumper that further added to the turmoil. THEN A Much-hyped art event for Cedar Breaks National Monument turned out to be much ado about very little.

All dressed up and nowhere to go?

Absolutely not! A nice young man working the lift at the resort offered a free ski lift trip. I’ve always wanted to ride one but not ski. It was marvelous, and the view superb.

That set us off in a different direction. We left and headed back over the hill to Panguitch for something to eat. A chicken –bacon wrap and root beer hit the spot.

We finished the evening with a stop at Bryce Canyon for popcorn and an hour at the rock shop. Not the plan, but better than the 45 image art sale .