We went to War Eagle. Distant Eyes drove us, and I apologized for the lack of color in the trees, on behalf of nature, but it was still a pretty drive.

We went in to see the inner workings of the mill, and admire the water wheel and all. This picture of the mill  looks normal unless you look on the bridge and see the single-file line of people. There were lots of people.

There was  a good deal of nice wood, leather, ceramic, and metal work, but the fiber offerings were disappointing.

Naturally, I did not take pictures of people’s wares, in spite of the temptation in some cases (that is, the cases when I was thinking I would make one of those myself, and a photo to copy would have been handy). The exception was this little group of tin men hanging all alone and unguarded.