On Saturday, September 10, Mike and I attended the annual Salida Fiber Festival in Salida, CO. The festival, which runs two days every September, takes place at Riverside Park. One of the things I enjoy about Salida is their downtown. Loaded with shops and restaurants, the city of Salida doesn’t roll up its sidewalks at 5 p.m. People are still out and about, riding bikes, walking, running, swimming, fishing, eating, attending art exhibits, playing at the park or sitting by the river, like we were, listening to live music playing at a local restaurant.
Here is the Arkansas River, which runs west of the city. Salida has a nice river walk. The restaurant that had the live band was close to those buildings on the left.
Here is part of the downtown:
The local business owners are also genuinely friendly and so were the vendors at the festival. No one minded talking about fiber or their craft. They were even willing to let people try equipment out.
As you can see, there is a fair representation of many of the fiber arts. Unfortunately, crochet was not really one of them. The only crochet I saw was some vintage lace at a quilting booth and one lady’s beautiful shawl. There was quite a bit to see, so I might have missed it, however.
Weaving seemed to be very popular and I got to try out a triangle shawl loom, which was very fun. I can picture one of these in our house, Mikey.
One of my old friends from the newspaper business, Karen, got into fiber and now owns a herd of alpacas. At the two shows I’ve seen her at, her booth Phoenix Fiber Mill always draws a crowd. It’s kind of funny that both of us got out of newspaper and ended up with fiber businesses. Fiber is definitely more fun and relaxing.
I met my goal that day and bought spinning fiber along with a couple of skeins of DK yarn that had been dyed naturally. There was a lot of fiber there and I was in my happy place.
After the festival, Mike and I took a drive up to Monarch Pass, which is at roughly 11,000 feet. It was chilly up there; we needed our windbreakers. We usually try to fit in a selfie at the places we go, only Mike uses his Canon not his cell phone.
It was beautifully clear that day. On the way up we saw that the aspens were starting to turn. See the golden spot on the mountain? It’s a little early this year. Time to get spinning that wool!