I offered a Knit Camp in the Rockies to my knitter friends. And it was more fun than I imagined. First was the trip to Silverton, with hundreds of cyclists sharing the road. Imagine cycling in the heat of June from elevations 6,500 ft to over 10,000 ft. Not for us, but we were appreciative!
We spent two nights at Villa Dallavalle, where we gnashed our teeth over casting on, and laughed and knitted and shopped, and admired amazing weaving.
Bernard and his harem.
The "required" souvenir project!
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