Hello everyone. I've been acclimating to being home after a lovely family fishing trip in Idaho. I didn't do any fishing myself, but we floated down the Teton River. For preparation I took a class in fly-tying and here is the result (a grey nymph and a wooly bugger):
Just four of us went on this floating trip, which took about 5 hours. Uncle Paddy, our host and guide, my son, grandson and me like Cleopatra (well, maybe not quite) in the stern of the boat. We learned so much about river life...the beautiful fish and the vast variety of insects in different stages of development. This is the Teton River:
We saw a mama moose and her baby. This is the mama:
Here's a caught fish. Three fish were captured and they all went back in the river to rejoice with their friends. We encountered a special reverence toward fish.
I hope you can see the big fish here, in another river, waiting for food from onlookers, who aren't allowed to catch them. It's a special protected spot.
This is from one of the many antler arches in Jackson, Wyo:
Here's a view of the Tetons, taken after riding a chair lift. Heights make me nervous, but I actually enjoyed this ride...very quiet, not too far off the ground...a chance to be in the treetops and then some...
This is one of the Mesa Falls...so much fine spray and mossy response:
Whilst lolling about, I made some progress on my grandson's quilt! Nine-patches and some ancestors. Not a final arrangement, but just trying to take a look at it so far.
And here's what I did yesterday, in the sunshine of my back yard...beginning 4 new felting projects...hmm, lots of possibilities...
Summer's winding down...back to the happy grindstone. That's all for now!