By Harriet Fawcett
October 14, 2015
The Gila River is a beautiful place to explore. So many great things happened to me here. Firstly, without realizing I pitched my tent right next to a hot spring, people would pay good money for this sort of convenience. I learnt the art of basketry. I gained a lot of respect for this craft; the art of patience was defiantly learnt through the process of harvesting the willow and weaving it into a basket. Finally at 10 o’clock on the dot every night the camp was visited by a skunk. With her continuing presence she gained the name of Rosie. I never knew Skunks were so punctual.
Halfway through weaving the Olla.
Once the Olla was complete the basket was handed over the performance team to choreograph the sequence in which the olla was transported to its planting site
Sock and sandals, the perfect combination to allow you to be at breakfast on time and also deal with the chilly starts at 7.00am. Who said Land Arts wasn’t fashion forward.
A Swing found while hiking, perfect playground, swinging over the Gila River.