My objective for BSG; a long(ish) staple fleece to add to the fiber intended for the Cover That Armchair project. Something more medium than fine, and off white if possible. (No worry about colorfast dyes, and one less step for the project.) I found a suitalbe Romney fleece in the wool sale area (pictured in earlier blot), so my mission was accomplished. I was pretty drunk on fleece fumes, I'm not sure how I managed to stick to my self-imposed limit of one fleece. Maybe it was because I kept thinking I might just have to pick up one of those Cormo fleeces. I don't really need more fine white, soft, fluffy, wonderful fleeces. Of course I came back with just a few (really!) other items that I thought were good deals; some weaving tools and some dyed roving, pictured in an earlier post.
While at BSG, I met up with my blog pal Michelle over at Boulderneigh. Michelle is a hand-spinner and shepherdess who breeds Shetland sheep, so she knows what spinners like in a fleece. Or maybe it's more accurate to say, I like what she likes in a fleece. I've been lucky enough to purchase two, and they are both delightful to spin.
The rest of the time was spent on and around Dusty's place, the Morgan River Ranch. They raise a few Murray Grey cattle for breeding stock, and keep a few sheep for training their herding dogs. And of course the dogs. Some of the cows, and other animals;
|Bull - This is Roar, and he's really mellow|
|cow - she is shedding, but the hair is coarse. no spinning fiber there.|
|not cows, ducks. for training young/inexperienced dogs. really!|
|one goat, one horse and some sheep|
Just up the road from the ranch is the Hull-Oakes Lumber mill. It was, until recently, the last steam powered lumber mill in the country. They made steam by burning the wood chips and sawdust produced from processing the lumber. New air quality regulations caused a shift to other power sources. Now the wood chips and sawdust are used for mulch and paper.
|it move logs. big ones.|
|old logging trucks|
I love the history in this part of Oregon. Around the corner from the ranch lives the man whose family owns and runs the mill, he is still involved, and so are his children and grandchildren. On a previous visit he took me past stands of Douglas Fir he planted before I was born, and he showed me the site of the original family homestead, set up by his fore-bearers. Southern California mostly lacks that history of family and place. It is an unfamiliar and wondrous thing to me.
Besides shopping and sightseeing and visiting, I helped out around the ranch. Where I could. Collect eggs,feed the barn cats, fill the duck pool? Piece of cake. Drive the putt-putt around the pastures? Sure. Chase a very pregnant heifer around the pasture in the rain in the middle of the night? You bet! Get rained on almost every day I was there? Well, okay. Not like there's much choice. Most important thing that happened? Getting some Veterinary work done on my dog, Shae. That's why I stayed so long. I now know a very good Veterinary eye specialist in Corvallis, Or. And Shae came home minus the hemangiosarcoma that had been growing on her eye. I offer many, many thanks to my friend Dusty for helping set that up.