Sheridan, Wyoming

First, we met in Montana, in the most stunning lightning storms I've seen in ages, perhaps ever.  In the morning we drove down the winding, gentle hills into Sheridan and slipped into King's Saddlery museum. Al Stohlman's workbench is traveling, and we were lucky enough to see it. 

Then we took a lecture from the one and only Gordon Andrus, and proceeded to add to our tool list. His knowledge was shared freely, the work below is his.  (The notes pictured here were taken over the shoulder of a fellow classmate, too pretty to pass up capturing). 

The next day we shopped and talked and shopped and talked.  I was blown away by the kindness of our fellow artisans and craftspeople. Everyone was generous in time and knowledge. We ate a beautiful lunch and followed a road until it turned to gravel, until it turned to dirt. We stopped and breathed in the fresh air, marveled at the birds. We stuck hands in cold creek water and took the stones that called our names. It was magic.

My tulip purse was graded fairly, with feedback I agreed with.  She has a home now, which makes me so happy!  

 I'm looking forward to next year already.