Somewhere in Bailey. There is a nice fence back there, not prominent, but still sprawling along. There's just something I love about this picture beyond that, though. The coloring maybe. Anyway, I was messing around with all the settings on my cool new camera and the darkened edges one adds a neat feeling to it, I think.
Last week my grandparents were in town from Oregon. Grandma always does the crossword puzzles in the daily paper, and on Saturday, she found an advertisment for something called a yarn crawl. Now, I've heard of pub crawls and figured a yarn crawl couldn't be much different. That's mostly right. The idea is the same, though a yarn crawl is more structured and in most cases, more sober. Instead of one night, you have 9 days to visit every knit shop on the list. They're located all over Colorado. Instead of drinking your way through the local pubs, you feed your yarn addiction. It's a wonderful thing. At your first stop, you recieve a "passport" which you get stamped at every shop along the way. Each shop has their own prize basket filled with knitting(and crocheting)-related goodies. When you reach the last shop you turn in your passport and are entered in a drawing for the grand prize, which is a huge basket filled with something like $1,000 worth of yarn,
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