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.
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