Window Rock and jewelry

A few weeks ago, my mom came to visit me for my birthday. In addition to going to the Navajo Arts and Crafts enterprise to buy yarn and look at jewelry, we went to see the actual Window Rock that the town was named for.

She thought the tumbleweed was funny.



















Yarn was purchased (because I'm like that) and so was this:












There is so much I want to see and do and remember before I go! Right now, the only regret I really have is that in the three years I've lived here, I never made it to the Wool Festival at Taos. (There is something strange about me that I will regret not going to a yarn festival over everything else. I understand this.)