Friday, October 28, 2011

What's New?

Things have been much quieter around here since we've reduced our numbers of alpacas to make things simpler and more manageable, and I hope to be at just 40 by the end of the year (after a herd-high of around 140!). Still, it's so fun when a new baby arrives, especially one as special as this.  Normally, I'd say "Ho hum, a brown boy", but his one is exactly what we were breeding for- great brightness, fineness and crimp in his fleece, excellent bone and structure.  His dam, Snowmass Sweet Serenity, gave us the 2009 Brown National Champion Female from Snowmass XXXtreme, so we were aiming for something similar when we bred her to RobAsia's Snowmass XXXMan (an excellent XXXtreme son).  Just a little shop talk for those that are interested in such!
Our daughter is so good with animals, and she showed special concern for this little guy when he was born.  For some unknown reason, she was adamant that his name be "Steve" (she denies knowing any cute guys of that name!)  So, Steve he is... not sure if he's going to be Steve Jobs or Steve Martin, he does lean more toward the comical side rather than the bright side, we'll see!
Last weekend was the Kentucky Classic Alpaca Show, a lot of fun as always (we took 3 alpacas and came away with 2 firsts and a third!).  They had a first-ever "Fiber Follies" finished alpaca product competition, and I won a few nice awards for Best Use of Color, Best Neck Piece, and Best Use of 3rds (with a birdhouse). Thanks to the KAA Fiber Committee for sponsoring this competition.  This scarf and many other of my creations (such as the Wonky Wacky Woolly Purse, below, will be available at my first Holiday event of the season, which will be next weekend in Lexington- you can find out all about it here.

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Monday, October 17, 2011

Adventure at Big South Fork


A sense of adventure is in my blood.... my family has always done things in a slightly more edgy way than others, and I love them for it!  My Dad, my biggest role model for adventure, got his pilot's license at age 70 and still lands his Cessna on our farm's grass strip.  He and I scuba-dove together in the Bahamas on a bare-boat sailing trip after he got certified in his late 60's.  Years prior to that, he and my oldest brother Greg built an ultralite and both flew it off of my brother's small grass strip.  My middle brother Andy flew a hang-glider for years, and was one of the first to glide from Pike's Peak (he wisely gave it up after a close call a few years back, having kept up with it for a long time after once breaking both arms.... and he's a professional concert trombonist).  And my husband... well, before I met him he regularly went cave-diving in the springs of north Florida, he's an avid motorcycle rider, and he also flew an ultralite "trike" off our farm for many years.

Mirian and Gringo on one of the wider trails
So, as a trail rider I enjoy pushing the limits a bit, and we're fortunate to have tough little horses that are bred for it (Rocky Mountain and Kentucky Mountain horses, and our riding compadre Mary Beth rides a Tennessee Walking Horse).  Others may think that a good trail ride is a few hours long, but I like to take our horses and family and friends into the "wilderness" when I can, and I think that for the work of getting there we might as well enjoy a full day on the trail.  And that we did last week, at beautiful Big South Fork National River and Recreation Area.
Strawberry took great care of me
We set out on our big day from the Laurel Fork region between Oneida and Jamestown, Tennessee with beautiful weather, plenty of food and water and good maps- both a small one from our cabin's manager and a large, official topographic map of the area.  Our horses were fresh, but they had to think and work fairly early on when we met a long series of sandstone stair steps on the aptly named Yellow Cliff trail with bumps higher than our horse's bellies in places.  Once we got going up, there was no turning back, and we all laughed and whooped giddily as we leaned forward and clenched our horse's manes, saying "wow, can you believe we just went up THAT?!!!"  Marti nervously asked if there was another way back down, and was relieved when I assured her that we'd be coming back a different way- she said that the only way she'd go down it was if one of us was having a heart attack.
Charit Creek Lodge/Hostel
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Along the trail...
We enjoyed our ride to Charit Creek Lodge, admiring the changing leaves and rock formations, and imagining ourselves in pioneer days as Marti described her recent listening of The Frontiersman.  Charit Creek is an awesome old settlement accessible only by hiking and horseback, and we discussed coming back and staying for the night sometime.  I was really pleased that Strawberry, my husband's horse who can be a bit more challenging, had settled in nicely and as always we marveled at the strength, endurance and agility of all of the horses.
MB and Marti at Charit Creek

Outbuilding at Charit Creek
After a great lunch with wine on the porch of the rustic lodge, we examined the map to decide where to go next.  Hmmm, we had decided that morning that it would be way too far to try to go all of the way to the Big South Fork River, but from where we were now, it looked so close.  We commented on the upside-down horse shoe hanging over the door, laughing about bad luck, and hit the trail again.
Beautiful Big South Fork River
Crossing the river was a blast, there were rock markers to indicate the way, and the water was above our horse's knees in spots. We stopped and had a snack on the other side, letting the horses rest, and mapped our return to the cabin which suddenly looked reallllllllyyyyy far.  After a very long time back on the trail with the horses getting increasingly tired, the rare signs stopped making sense and we realized that something wasn't quite right.  We finally pulled out the big topo map and saw that we were wayyyy off track, and it was getting late.  Fortunately a car came along (the only vehicle we'd seen all day), and the driver affirmed that we were on the wrong trail and had way too far to go and that it would be dark soon.... "Wow", he said, "You got flashlights?"  He seemed surprised when we said that we did (at least we'd learned that much from prior experience), and he wished us luck.

Deep creek on the way back
We backtracked as the sun dropped lower, and then.... it was dark, very dark (thus, no more photos).  The moon was to be full that night, but it wasn't rising nearly soon enough and what little light it did cast just made the shadows more difficult to interpret.  The horses can definitely see better than us, fortunately, and each time we turned on the flashlight it rattled them a bit.  Finally, we saw a sign for Bandy Creek Campground, a horse camp that Mirian and I had stayed at before.  It was just 1.2 miles there, or a matter of going many miles on unfamiliar trails back to our cabin.  I suggested that we go there and find someone to give us a ride back to our cabin to get the trailers, and we all agreed this would be the safest option.

Our luck changed when we arrived at Bandy Creek after floundering in the dark for a mile.  We flagged down the first vehicle we saw and after explaining our predicament, we were told that two hero's would hitch up their 4-horse trailer and haul us all back to our cabin (about 7-10 miles away).  The angels that helped us were a couple of codgers from Glasgow, KY that drive mules and homemade wagons for fun, and when we offered money they kindly suggested that we "Pay it forward."   We look forward to the opportunity!

All of us, horses and two-leggeds, slept extremely well that night and we woke to rainfall, feeling very grateful that we weren't sleeping on the ground out in the woods!  Chalk it all up to another Gallop Girls adventure... not surprisingly, Marti and MB are both starting to study the maps a bit more carefully now!  Below are a few more random photos from our big day....





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Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Simply Ten

Dewy spider web on morning hike
I've been a bit lazy and un-motivated lately, haven't felt like blogging or felting (my artist friend Marti says I'm "percolating".  What I have done, however is start a good walking routine, (8 days now!) of hiking into the woods behind our home.  It is truly amazing the daily treasures and changes that I observe and discover, and I've been trying to take my camera along each time.
 Morning Magic in the woods
Since I couldn't come up with another topic, I thought I'd copy the Simply Ten format that Amanda from Soule Mama uses on occasion.  These photos represent observations, discoveries, news, or just things I'm thankful for!
 Blue jay feather
This reminds me of a collective stitching/embroidery site called The Magic Feather Project- I won't describe it here now, just check out the very beautiful blog. I hope to participate, and know that many of you probably would, too.
 This fungi looked like something that should be on the Great Barrier Reef- so beautiful!
 Evening hike with Munchie
 Healthy young alpacas from the past year, we have 4 in the due barn now! 
That's Forrest Gump in the middle
 The hedge apples are huge this year, that's good because there are more deer than ever to eat them.
 Newly-hatched butterfly- anybody know how to tell the difference between a monarch and viceroy?
Our new pup, a labradoodle, that we'll be getting in about a month.  Very excited!
 Cherry tomatoes in our upside down planter are finally producing

How's that for a random mix of Simply Ten?
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