I was slowed down a bit on the way to the Taos Wool Festival.

Things got a little tight at one point.  See below:

Then I think Lime and Violet's mascot came on the scene:

And everything was just fine again.

And does this ever happen at your local gas station?

The balloons flew north this morning, travelling along the west side of the Interstate.  Only in New Mexico does Interstate traffic slow down so that everyone can gaze at the hot air balloons floating by.  It was the perfect beginning to my short journey.

On my way, I saw this.

It is fall in northern New Mexico.  The leaves are turning and the light is, as usual, exceptional.  Clouds can make the light magical, as it was this evening.

I met my friends Paula and Barry at the festival.  She and I were best friends in college and she and Barry now live in Seattle.  In a way we were surprised when we discovered that we purchased the exact same bag for knitting in two different states.  But in a way it was no surprise -- great minds and all.

Tomorrow, I'll have all the news and images from the fesitval.

P.S. Paula only bought one skein of silk at La Lana and I didn't buy anything at Taos Sunflower, YET.