My whippet, Paisley, and I headed over the mountain to attend the High Desert Wool Growers Fiber Market Day over the weekend. The original plan was to leave Saturday morning and come home Saturday night. When I looked at the road cameras of the passes on Friday morning, my plan changed to staying with my grandparents on Friday night and driving over from there. Staying with them, put me an hour closer, cutting the drive time to 2 hours instead of 3. However, that plan changed again when I looked at the weather forecast. I didn’t want to drive over the pass in the snow in the dark, so I made reservations at a hotel and drove over Friday afternoon. I was determined to enjoy myself and not worry about getting home until that time came.
There aren’t very many hotel choices in Prineville, Oregon and even less when you wait until the last minute. So I had to take what I could get. Unfortunately, that was a room right above a bar that had a happening night life. The building was innocent looking in the daylight. The music was so loud, I could feel it thumping in the room! Morning came very early!
Paisley did her best to convince me that we needed to go back to bed.
It was a wonderful show and was well attended. I had ‘May’ with me and she displayed my nuno felted scarves nicely…
These were a new project and very fun to make. The base is a chiffon silk scarf and the wool is finely felted on the top and through the scarf.
I also had a lot of bags…
I wish I had had a chance to walk around and visit the other vendors, but Paisley wasn’t willing to watch the booth.
I checked the road conditions mid-day and it didn’t look good. I really wanted to go home, but again I didn’t want to drive in the dark and the snow and ice. After I packed everything up, I made the choice to stay in Bend and drive home in the daylight on Sunday. All of a sudden my quick one day trip, wasn’t turning out to be so quick!
Paisley and I enjoyed a nice, quiet stay in Bend and woke up to snow on the ground…not a good sign for driving over the pass! It was apparent the roads weren’t going to improve much, so I left at noon and headed up the mountain. It was much worse in my imagination. I was glad to be home and Paisley quickly crashed on her bed in front of the fire 🙂