It was a sunny fall day. The colors were starting their recital of brilliant reds, oranges, and yellows, flowing down from the hilltops into the green valleys, each tree playing its part.
I hadn’t been weaving, dying, or spinning for years, but I found these activities still very much alive here at the Southern Adirondack Fiber Festival on the Washington County Fairgrounds in New York.
In the large barns rainbow-colored hanks of wool, tools, art, crafts, and animals were displayed, demonstrated, or caged in booths while cheerful venders were more than willing to speak about their profession, teach, and have their picture taken.
