Socks
It took me 3 (?) years to knit the sock on the left and 3 weeks for the sock on the right. The right sock is tighter and more even, but then the left had been ripped out a million times. But now, on the first day of summer, I finally have the socks I started with the intention of warming up my feet.
Mancos, CO and Mesa Verde
We stayed at the Sundance Bear Lodge Wednesday and Thursday nights. It’s sort of a lodge but is actually a B&B on the upper floor in this older couple’s home. Two rooms are in the house and two cabins on the grounds. Since we stayed just before the start of the tourist season, we were the only guests. Morris the old yellow tabby kept us entertained. His job was to insist upon our attention, and he knew us for the cat suckers we are. I am missing my own cats.
It was really nice to stay somewhere human, inviting, and homey. Hotels are sterile anonymous places. Breakfasts at the lodge were a wonderful change from the boring breakfast bars. We had sourdough waffles with strawberry and rhubarb sauce (all homemade). The next morning was omlets filled with veggies and cheese.
We spent some time reading and knitting in the living room, watching the snow and the fog drift over Mesa Verde. Finally, we decided to brave the elements. Neither Jake or I are good at sitting still for long stretches. I need to work on this skill. So we headed out.
All the way up to Mesa Verde we passed through intermittent snow, sleet and small hail. Fortunately, the weather broke just enough to be sunny and pleasant during our tour of Cliff Palace. More history, vernacular architecture, speculation on migration patterns, and discussions/exhibits of the increasing refinement of handcrafted goods.
At one if the cafes, Jake had a roast beef sandwich, I had cheese pizza, which made me sick later on. We really tired of road food. I miss my vegetable rich vegetarian diet. For dinner we made instant noodles and found a “natural”‘store in Mancos where we bought a pricey mix if spring greens, tomato and pumpkin seeds. Our lodge hosts thought our fare a bit sad, but it was exactly what we wanted. Today we had a lunch of French bread, tangerines, yogurt and whole wheat raspberry fig bars. Again, just right.
At the moment, we’re headed along hwy 550 through Durango and Silverton. At Durango (where chocolate and bread was obtained) we visited the railroad museum and then wandered up and back down the main st.
On 550 I am having some difficulties with the elevation-breathing, thinking straight and tired. It’s snowing again and there a big drifts everywhere.
