Not one to rest on our laurels, the excitement of August had barely begun to fade when we made our way to South Dakota. Imagine if you will a woman who has spent the entirety of her life living beside the ocean. Now, imagine her spending eighteen hours watching the plains pass by....yoga breath yoga breath yoga breath. Alright, let's be honest, Denver was great and so was that truckstop popcorn and great doesn't even begin to describe this turquoise truck that we passed by! I had a attended my first powwow in the springtime in Albuquerque and while the regalia and the dances were incredible, the indoor venue was not comparable to the powwow that occurred in Eagle Butte. The people were dancing on the grass in the sunlit day and while the cold wind was blowing at night. We visited with friends and stayed with gracious hosts who opened their home to us. When we got back to Santa Fe, tennis was begun in ernest (as ernest as two mediocre players can be:) to combat all the fry bread (and roast mutton fry bread sandwiches) that I'd been indulging in. I returned to Haida Gwaii to complete and deliver a dance apron to Chief 7idansuu to compliment his robe. I pride myself on never missing a deadline but this was close. The apron was finished and one hour later was flown to Vancouver and handed over to Chief 7idansuu's amazing wife who whisked it off to Ottawa just in time for his sculpture unveiling. Sigh of relief! Back to Santa Fe I went as one of the one hundred invited Winter Market artists. Another weekend of weaving demonstrations and visiting passed in a blur and then home again to Haida Gwaii. Christmas and birthdays and more trips were on the horizon.
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