Wyoming Sky is the name of the fall 2008 collection that I am working on! The pieces are all inspired by our rv trip through Wyoming and Montana. ( When Arlen says 'our rv', it sounds just like 'rrv':)) Our family had such an amazing time. Ten days of pure rv bliss. Maybe that sounds funny, but really, Mike and I were ready to sell the house and live on the open road. It was that good. On the last day all of us got pretty sad about returning to our hectic lives and going our separate ways each day. We had to leave my brother and his family in Park City, Montana, and we had just wrapped up an awesome camping trip in the Beartooth Mountains with them, so it was all double sad. All day the wind blew and the weather was dreary. Then, around seven o'clock, as we neared Cheyenne, the sun came out and made this most incredible sky. Even now I can picture it perfectly. So enraptured by this sky was I, of course, that I didn't even think about taking a photo. So try to follow this description. To the left are dark clouds all the way to the horizon. But they aren't gray and thunderous, they are deep, deep indigo. They stretch into the distance and have a solid, inky feeling to them. In front of this sky, being illuminated by thousands of low, late summer, sun rays, are rolling hills of sweet grass. The grass is tall and the top wisps are almost glowing in the sun's light. The color is somewhere between chartreuse and goldenrod. The greenish tint is so alive, so vibrant, so fresh. To the right, to the west, the sun is streaming through silver, left-over thunder clouds from the earlier storm. The mountains to the west are hazy and gray too, and you can see every ridge in a slight, slight variation of color. In between the sun and the indigo, there are patches of bright-as-can-be turquoise sky. It's like an old set, for an old backdrop is behind the current sky which is peeling away. And you can see that the sky from the set before, was meant to be a mid-July, mid-morning, knee-high by the Fourth of July cornfield sky. Now, roll down your rv window and take a huge breath of fresh air, because this air is something special. It smells like ozone, like rain on asphalt. It smells like sweetgrass and sage. And it smells like those things without a single other trace. Its pure and far from everywhere and wild and free. And it made me want to make clothes to wear out there. So I am sewing and they are coming soon.
In the meantime, here are some of the pictures I did manage to take on our trip.
The warrior! His name is actually Clyde and I have half a mind to spray paint 'Peaceful" right above:)

Self-explanatory:)
Starting a hike from East Rosebud Lake with the cousins Ryan (enthusiastically grinning in the orange shirt) and Dylan (also referred to as 'the trail boss').
Enid getting happy at Tecumseh's Trading Post in Cody, Wyoming.
Later on the hike when my nephew Dylan commented, 'This is the life, huh Dirk'. He calls my brother, his dad, Dirk, which is so hilarious to me.
*Note how Dylan has appropriate footwear and socks, while Imogene is sporting no-support-Converse for the three mile trek. Remind me to e-bay some hiking boots!

Here is a great photo of Dirk and Jinell, my sister-in-law, monitoring a moose's aggressiveness propensity from very close by. In the end, it was determined that the moose probably wouldn't attack, and that one-by-one we ought to just pass right on by on the trail whilst my brother stood his ground between the moose and us with the bear spray at the ready. So exiting!
Immy-pim holding a tiny, tiny goat that was only one day old! He had been born at the Montana State Fair! Imogene made me proud because she was so gentle (of course), but also because she really knew her way around that little farm animal. The goat rancher (you can see his moccasins) asked us if she raised goats at home. I wish!!!