Oregon Coast 2019 – Day 1

Glass ornament at Sassy Onion Cafe in Salem, Oregon

Up earlyish and gone soon afterward. Frozen and mostly dark as we pulled away, the horizon was just showing the first signs of the approaching dawn. Without a window scraper, we waited for the car to warm so the windshield wipers could do the work of clearing the view. While we sat there we realized how luxurious those seat warmers in our own car can be; this is part of the price we pay for renting the cheapest car on the lot.

With no interest in Portland today, though I’d swear Voodoo was telepathically signaling me to stop in for a breakfast of maple bacon donuts, we got onto Interstate 5 for the trek south. It’s 34 degrees of cold, with fog filling the space between. Our need for coffee is demanding a stop in Salem to re-caffeinate our nervous systems.

Our stop in the state capital is at the Sassy Onion; our server is Michelle. We learn that she’s been here for nine years and is the mom of a 1-year-old baby. The handmade glass ornaments that went up overnight are made by the owners over the course of the year just for the approaching holiday season. Breakfast was great without a single negative, such as the abundance of hipsters we’d have had to compete with for a table had we eaten in Portland. If you want to blurt out loud that this writer sounds like a grumpy old man with a chip on his shoulder, go ahead, as I am likely quite a bit of that by now.

Driving south on Interstate 5 in central Oregon

Nearly the entirety of our drive down Interstate 5 was under a blanket of heavy fog which was of no matter to us as our goal was getting to the coast with as little distraction as possible. Not far from our turnoff on Highway 38, the weather started to clear, likely because the universe wanted us to have a great welcome when we finally reached the coast.

Umpqua River along Highway 38 in Oregon

This being our 18th visit to Oregon, we finally learned how to pronounce Umpqua, which is the name of the river seen here in front of my lens. It’s pronounced with an emphasis on the “U” with a sound like “umpire” instead of the are pronouncing it like the “U” sound in “soup.” At this point, you should take note of our weather conditions as we have. One never knows what will be just around the corner.

Wetland next to Umpqua River in Oregon

And it was surprising that the sign that suggested we were in an elk crossing area meant that we’d really see elk, but that’s just what happened. I wasn’t armed with the right lens for capturing them in the distance, but the meadow they live in was so beautiful that it required a stop for entering another image into our long-term memories of just what we’ve witnessed out here in America.

Antique Loom at Timber Faller's Daughter in Reedsport, Oregon

In Reedsport and looking forward to encountering the ocean in a few minutes Caroline spotted a yarn store. It may as well have been a lightbulb in the middle of the night and her a moth. We made a U-turn because there was no other choice, but luck would have it that the shop was closed with no explanation why it was so on a day it was supposed to be open. Next door was an open shop with this old loom in the window, so Caroline dipped in to find out if the yarn shop might open later.

This hoped-for shopping moment was more utility than just desire as Caroline needed some reinforcing thread for a pair of socks she was knitting for me while on our coastal visit. While inside the neighbor’s place called Timber Faller’s Daughter, the owner of this shop tried texting the other lady, but there was no answer. Well, luck was still with us as she told us that she was down in Coos Bay visiting the First Annual Chowder Festival, so while we might not get the thread, we are hoping to find the Chowder Fest.

Caroline Wise on the Oregon Coast

At the coast in the sun, who could ask for more? It’s nice to be out here on the Pacific Ocean in Oregon and not to feel any sense of urgency that we have somewhere we need to be. With nine days to enjoy ourselves while covering 230 miles between Bandon and Cannon Beach, we only need to cover about 25 miles on average, though with trips up and down the coast at various times of the day depending on what we want and where it’s at it we’ll likely drive a considerable amount more. The point is we have reservations for every night we’re out here, but nothing else is pressing, and if plans had to change, we’d simply adjust the schedule. For now, we’ll take our time as we meander slowly down the coast for the 50ish miles we have left today.

North Bend, Oregon

Coos Bay, with the McCollough Memorial Bridge in the distance on the left, is one of our favorite views. Okay, so that’s just a little disingenuous as we’d be hard-pressed not to admit that everywhere we look on this coast are views that are our favorites.

Veterans Memorial Wayside in North Bend, Oregon

Our stop at Coos Bay is at the David Dewitt Veterans Memorial. Today, there are stones with messages on them laying atop some of the bricks, noting people from the area who’ve died in various wars. Not only does this display grab our attention, but so does one of the larger markers with the following engraving:

“There shall not be Peace until the Power of Love overcomes the Love of Power.” – From a latrine wall at Pleiku, Vietnam in 1968

North Bend, Oregon

Since we entered Reedsport, we’ve been in the Oregon Dunes National Recreation Area that stretches over 40 miles south. ATVs and OHVs are the primary means of transport on the dunes, and for those who may not know, ATV stands for an all-terrain vehicle, while OHV is an off-highway vehicle. Even in fall and winter, the dunes are a popular place for people to race around along the ocean as they careen about the sand at all times, day and night. If you don’t own one of these vehicles and you are on a visit to Oregon from another country or you are coming from somewhere that makes it difficult to drag it with you, there are plenty of places to rent these things along the coast.

Blue Heron Bistro in Coos Bay, Oregon

In the city of Coos Bay, we found the difficult-to-find location of the First Annual Chowder Competition. The event was running from 10:00 to 4:00 p.m. with chowder tasting from 11:00 to 3:00 p.m. For $10, visitors were able to taste nine different preparations of clam chowder. There were supposed to be 11 participating vendors, but two bailed out at the last minute, we heard. The nine we tried were not simple iterations of a theme; there were some significant differences between everyone’s play on this old coastal favorite. Our favorite, though, goes to the gentleman above, who is the owner of the Blue Heron Bistro right here in Coos Bay. Turns out that he’s the new owner of the restaurant that specializes in German food.

Driftwood Farms Yarn from Reedsport, Oregon

We met Jessica Shrag, one of the owners of Driftwood Farms up in Reedsport, who also happened to have set up a small booth at the chowder competition, which I should have pointed out is also a Craft Bazaar. The colorway of yarn in the center of the photo will be a new pair of socks for me someday. I wouldn’t be surprised if they don’t happen until a return to Oregon in 2020 or while on a trip to Europe.

Charleston, Oregon

Opting for the scenic route via Charleston and not Highway 101, we are able to make the obligatory first visit to the water’s edge.

Crab Pot in Bar View, Oregon

While Caroline combed the beach searching for treasure, I headed down a pier where a father and son were walking to haul up some crab pots. The little four or five-year-old kid was fearless as he grabbed small crabs from their back legs and tossed them off the pier back into the water as they were too young for harvest.

Bandon Marsh in Bandon, Oregon

We are visiting the Bandon Marsh National Wildlife Refuge and the Ni-les’tun Unit specifically. I decided to bring along my macro lens so I could capture some different views of things here on the coast. Mostly, I seem to focus on landscapes, and I’m sure they’ll make up the bulk of what I’ll be sharing over these nine days, but at least I might have some variety of details. We stopped at the refuge because, with all the time we’ve spent in this area we’ve never paid a visit here.

Bandon Marsh in Bandon, Oregon

The colors of fall are here at the refuge, though they are mostly tans, with a lot of green still dotting the open land. We are here by ourselves, though a gunshot in the distance lets us know that someone is likely hunting birds on the refuge. The sound was far enough away and was from a shotgun, so we were not too worried about some high-powered rifle shot zinging past our heads.

Bandon Marsh in Bandon, Oregon

There are not a lot of birds out here; maybe they’re all dead. There’s not a lot of water either, so as far as this being a wildlife refuge is concerned, we may not be as impressed as we would be if we were visiting at the right time of year, whenever that might be.

Shore grass at sunset in Bandon, Oregon

Checked into Windermere Hotel in Bandon and learned that our room has been upgraded to a fireplace room with a king bed and patio from the no-frills cheapo room we’d booked as it wasn’t finished being renovated. Lucky us. Before fetching some dinner down in Port Orford, we had to go for a walk to take advantage of the early sunset.

Caroline Wise at Sunset in Bandon, Oregon

Caroline’s happy place. Nothing likely beats the sounds, smells, and feelings to all the senses as we walk on wet sand towards the crashing ocean as sunlight glistens on the surface of the water and reflects off the wet sand. Shorebirds come and go with about the same frequency as a couple of other people out here with us. We find it peculiar that in such a spectacular place, we can ever be nearly alone for as far as the eye can see on pristine beaches such as these.

Bandon, Oregon

As for where exactly we are, this is in south Bandon and south of the famous Face Rock that sits just offshore. This small town on the southern coast is the first popular landing place for visitors coming up from California. So why am I posting a photo of a small blob of seafoam? Well, because it was moving around like it had a mind of its own and kind of looked like an amoeba. Now, it’s available for our memories for the rest of our lives.

Sunset in Bandon, Oregon

Shortly before 5:00 p.m., the sun closes up shop and goes home for the night. As for us, we’ll get into the car for the 30-minute drive south to Port Orford for our 6:30 p.m. reservation at Red Fish Restaurant. The food was pretty good, on the verge of excellent, and definitely one of the best, if not the best, food on the south coast.

Our first day here on the coast feels complete with a sense we used every available minute for things that gave us value for each penny of investment it takes to put ourselves out here. There was nothing to change, no lament, no surly staff or angry people in our encounters. Tomorrow will surely be just as amazing.

Oregon Coast 2019 – Day 0

Caroline Wise at Sky Harbor Airport in Phoenix, Arizona

We are flying from Phoenix, Arizona, to Portland, Oregon, tonight. We are on today’s last non-stop flight that will have us arriving at midnight. After we fetch our rental car our hotel is just a couple of minutes from there. The plan is for an early wake-up so we can get moving south on Interstate 5 to hopefully reach the coast by noon. If weather from the interior to the coast looks like we could hit icy roads, we’ll instead head out the Columbia River towards Astoria and then south, which will require at least 8 hours of driving.

As I said in a previous blog recently, this is our 18th trip to Oregon over the past 17 years. We are surprised that after this many times and our ability to venture nearly anywhere we’d like to, we are still as excited as ever to be encountering this beautiful corner of America yet again.

At the airport, I start to become overwhelmed with my social anxiety, seeing that the masses are a corruption of sniffling convulsions who have no idea they are in public. Their tics are on the verge of Tourettes, while their vulgar displays of what is measured in their minds as fashionable drive me to the edge of losing my composure and returning to the car so we can have a pleasant drive north. This temporary clan of people only has one thing in common with me: we are at the same airport; beyond that, they are barely human. I make this assessment from the pedestal of advantage as I’m able to see through their insipid artifacts of fake personas that attempt to show aspects of a thing they find relevant, but this act is transparent. This facade is an illusion, allowing their shallow meaninglessness to scream at me, “Look, look here! I have these things that give me the appearance of relevance!”

I can’t shrink at these antics and allow their greasy lather to simply flow off my back. I become entangled by their creepy web of superficiality that can be read as a plea to become meaningful if only they could cast off their hostility toward knowledge and ditch the banality. Their consumption of media defines their shape, and their future is a custom-made straight jacket subliminally created by their lack of personal intellectual responsibility. This nothingness they embody oozes out of them, dripping like hot wax into my sense of well-being. This is how I fly.

Number 9 of 20

Trip 9: We are now booked for a rather short 5-day visit at Yellowstone National Park with reservations in hand for Old Faithful Inn during May 2020.  I even called ahead to have a note put on our reservation asking for room #225 we’ve stayed in on nearly half a dozen of our visits. To date, we have spent 36 days spread between 8 trips here at Yellowstone; this visit will push us to 41 total days. You can bet I’m already thinking about a winter return, possibly as early as Christmas 2020.

Update: This trip was canceled due to the COVID-19 pandemic.

Caroline Wise and John Wise in Yellowstone Jan 2010

Trip 8: The next time these two faces are seen in Yellowstone National Park, it will have been ten years since we were last in the park and 20 years since we made our first visit back in May 2000. This photo was taken on January 22, 2010, during our second winter visit to the first national park on Earth. This indulgence of being able to visit two winters in a row afforded us another eight days here. That ice-cream-colored beanie was hand-spun and knitted by the woman on my right, and I chose the colorway. I felt it made a bold statement.

Yellowstone Jan 2009

Trip 7: Our first winter visit to Yellowstone was for nine days, split between Mammoth Hot Springs and Old Faithful Snow Lodge. We thought the park was going to be enchanting, but we never could have anticipated just how astonishing the place is during winter. There’s a fraction of the number of people who visit during the summer, and the quiet and serenity that accompanies this time of year cannot be understated. We arrived on January 10th, 2009, in time to celebrate our 15th wedding anniversary here in Yellowstone.

Canary Spring in Yellowstone July 2007

Trip 6: Four days over the long 4th of July weekend back in 2007 was enough to refresh our memories of how beautiful Yellowstone Park is.

Yellowstone Hot Spring May 2005

Trip 5: Only two days were spent in Yellowstone back in May 2005. My mother-in-law, Jutta Engelhardt, is with us again five years after her first visit to Yellowstone, this time in the spring instead of late fall.

Bison in Yellowstone May 2004

Trip 4: It’s May 2004, and we are with our friend Jay Patel on a cross-country road trip that wouldn’t have been complete without a stop in Yellowstone. Over the course of three days in the area, we spent a great deal of time exploring the geysers, mud pots, and wildlife. While you can’t tell from this photo, we also had plenty of snow to make snowmen and snow angels in.

Old Faithful Inn Yellowstone July 2003

Trip 3: Our only 1-day visit to Yellowstone occurred on July 6, 2003, after being away from the park for three years. We were on our way south after visiting Glacier National Park on the long 4th of July weekend.

Jutta Engelhardt and Caroline Wise in Yellowstone 2000

Trip 2: Under the guise of bringing Caroline’s mother, Jutta Engelhardt, over to see Yellowstone (because I’m that kind of selfless husband and son-in-law), I was able to convince my beautiful wife of the importance of making a second visit to this corner of Wyoming in the same year. Truth is, I would have sold Jutta to any bidder for the opportunity to visit again, as I couldn’t get our first visit out of my head. This is during October 2000, the closing days of the park. We spent five days on this visit.

Caroline Wise and John Wise in Yellowstone 2000

Trip 1: Our very first visit to Yellowstone National Park with our friends Ruby and Axel Rieke started on May 14th, 2000. While we had reserved a room for four days, I could have stayed for months. I was smitten with Yellowstone all summer long and schemed to figure out how to justify coming back sooner rather than later. Never in my wildest dreams could I have ever imagined that within 20 years, we’d be making our 9th visit and that we would be able to visit the park during all seasons.

Cleaning Up

Back on November 1st, we bought a grabber from our local hardware store and took our 5-gallon bucket out for a walk around our neighborhood. We’d grown tired of the abundance of trash in our neighborhood and decided that we had to take personal responsibility for it, or we’d grow angrier being confronted with it every day.

Starting on the 1-mile loop, we walk a couple of times a day I thought we might pick up about 10 gallons of trash, but I was surprised by the reality of the situation. We had grown so accustomed to seeing the trash that much of it had become invisible. The statistics of exactly what has been collected boggle my mind. While we expanded our pick-up zone to a small area around the intersection we live next to, the majority of our new roles as trash collectors/de-ghettoization crew are focused on our walking route.

Here are the statistics so far:

  • 150 gallons or 30 buckets of often overflowing trash
  • 150-300 pounds is the estimated weight of our haul
  • 21 miles we’ve walked in our effort to pick all of this up
  • Four syringes
  • Six shopping carts returned to our nearby grocery store
  • One tire with one more that we still have to roll to a trash bin
  • One hubcap
  • Two bullet casings
  • $5.31 in cash
  • countless cigarette butts
  • hundreds of Halloween candy wrappers – consider the dates we’ve been doing this
  • probably a couple of hundred straws
  • dozen of plastic bags
  • various clothes, towels, shoes, work gloves, and rubber gloves

We refuse to pick up dog waste, though there is plenty.

My wish is for more people to go to their local hardware store and spend the $10-$20 for a picker/grabber and another $4 for a 5-gallon bucket and get out on their streets and start picking up the eyesores. Caroline and I will maintain this over the winter while we can still walk the streets of Phoenix before the heat prevents us from venturing outside for longer periods of time. Hmmm, this makes me think I should write to the CEO of Home Depot and ask them to partner with us on just such a project.

Number 19 of 17

Caroline Wise and John Wise on the Oregon Coast November 2018

Here, at the last minute, we decided that we’d go north. The destination we are heading to is Oregon, the coast specifically; it will be our 19th visit during the past 17 years. Only seven of the previous journeys into the state were made outside of late fall and winter, with our inclination to spend time on the rocky coast during the quiet season. The photo of us above is from last year somewhere along the Oregon coast.

Three Arch Rocks March 2002

Trip 1: Back in March 2002, we made our first visit to the Oregon coast and were smitten within minutes of arrival. This is the view from Three Arch Rocks National Wildlife Refuge, seen from Oceanside Beach near Maxwell Point.

Cleetwood Trail Crater Lake July 2002

Trip 2: By July of the same year, we were once again underway on our way up through California on our way to Oregon. It was the long 4th of July, 2002, and we now knew that the drive that far north wasn’t all that difficult, so off we went. The trail took us past a remote corner of Death Valley, through a ghost town, and up to Crater Lake National Park before we turned around to race home to Phoenix, Arizona.

Mount Hood November 2002

Trip 3: Hey, it’s now November 2002, and we’ve just gotten started exploring Oregon with so much left to find. Here’s Caroline standing in an ice-cold mountain stream at the foot of Mount Hood. If you think freezing cold water phases my wife, you’d be sadly mistaken. We are now attempting to see all four corners of the state and the interior, so we have a better idea of exactly where we want to return to on future visits.

Harris Beach Yurt and Caroline Wise in Oregon November 2003

Trip 4: November 2003 and where better to go than back to Oregon. In the intervening time between visits, we’d learned that more than a few state parks along the coast have yurts as part of their accommodation offerings. Back then, they were incredibly cheap in our eyes and seemed romantic from afar. With this here, our first night staying in a yurt, we fell in love faster than it took to unlock the front door. We knew we were hooked. This photo of Caroline was taken at Harris Beach near Brookings, Oregon.

Horses near the Columbia River Gorge in Oregon

Trip 5: Barely six months had gone by before the call of Oregon summoned us back. Emboldened by the ease we were getting to places we thought were too far for 5 to 7 days, we took on this July 2004 summer drive back to Crater Lake. From there, we headed over the Columbia River and up to Washington to see Mount Rainier before driving out to Olympic National Park. Our return was via Oregon and California back to Phoenix, where the scorched desert awaited us. The photo was taken somewhere between John Day and the Columbia River in Oregon.

Caroline Wise and John Wise at Dutch Bros in Grants Pass, Oregon

Trip 6: This one was almost missed as we were only in Oregon for 2 hours after leaving the Redwoods down in California to head up to Grants Pass for a cup of Dutch Bros. coffee. It seemed like a great idea at the time. November 28, 2004.

Cape Meares Lighthouse in Oregon May 2005

Trip 7: May 2005, and it was time to share our affinity with the Pacific Northwest with my mother-in-law, Jutta. With Caroline and I now quite familiar with some “best of” places, we took her mom to Death Valley, the Redwoods National Park, up the coast of Oregon into Washington, and then over to Glacier National Park in Montana before dropping into Yellowstone for her second visit to that park and then down across Utah before stopping for her first-ever visit to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. The photo is of the Cape Meares Lighthouse near Tillamook, Oregon.

Caroline Wise at Cape Ferrelo Viewpoint in Brookings, Oregon

Trip 8: Oh, it’s Thanksgiving, and there’s no better way to escape family obligations around the holidays than for us to be out on the road. November 2006 was the witness to this short 7-day excursion up through San Francisco with a quick jaunt into Oregon for a couple of days before heading down to Santa Cruz, California, to spend some time on that coast, too. The photo of Caroline was taken at the Cape Ferrelo Viewpoint near Brookings, Oregon.

Carl Washburne State Park in Oregon November 2007

Trip 9: This is becoming a trend where we pack things up for a road trip that somehow keeps ending up in Oregon in November because here we are in 2007, testing the question of, “Will it be boring this time?” The answer was a resounding “NO!” This photo was taken in the Carl G. Washburne Memorial State Park, home of the most southerly temperate rain forest in the United States.

Rocks rising above the water in Siletz Bay, Oregon

Trip 10: You can pass Siletz Bay near Lincoln City, Oregon, one hundred times, and this view will always look different. I’m not sure we’ve stopped here that many times, but on this November 2008 trip along the coast, we were taken by the silhouettes etching out a perfect scene as our day was coming to a close. It was difficult choosing this photo of Siletz Bay when this was also the trip up the coast that had us stopping at the Devils Churn near Cape Perpetua for a sight that enchanted us for a solid hour or more. Click here to see an image from the Churn that is still one of my favorites.

Caroline Wise Kayaking in Garibaldi, Oregon September 2011

Trip 11: Oh my, it’s been three years since last we visited Oregon though we have great excuses why we couldn’t make it. In 2009, we visited Yellowstone National Park for the first time during winter. In May of that year, my mother-in-law Jutta spent two weeks with us in the Eastern United States. In 2010, we visited Yellowstone in January again, as the year before was so fascinating. Then, later in the year, we rafted the Colorado River through Grand Canyon National Park for nearly three weeks. Enjoying the idea of boating, we stretched out on our 10th trip to Oregon for some kayaking here in Garibaldi in September 2011.

Near Heceta Head Lighthouse in Oregon November 2011

Trip 12: A second visit in one year is kind of extraordinary, but we apparently have an addiction problem, and I don’t mean mushrooms. This trip saw us bringing a friend along as maybe they can corroborate our sense of amazement for Oregon or they can point out why our regard is too high, and we can back off this incessant need to visit the state every chance we get. The mushroom was photographed near Heceta Head Lighthouse in Florence, Oregon, in November 2011.

Oregon Coast November 2012

Trip 13: Rafting in Alaska this summer wasn’t enough for us, so here we are in November 2012 for our 12th visit to Oregon. With some research, information about the location of this photo could be found but I’m feeling kind of lazy about this time in trying to write this blog. You see, when I started this entry, I thought we’d made 14 visits, but then I discovered a few more trips about which, for one reason or other, I never blogged. With no photos posted here, I had just assumed my blog showed all of our visits; wrong.

South Coast of Oregon May 2013

Trip 14: Out with my daughter Jessica in May 2013 because we’d never seen the state of Oregon with her in our company; seemed like as good a reason as any.

Oregon Sunset November 2015

Trip 15: It’s that time of year again. Here we are in November 2015, and once again it’s Oregon on our minds. We missed last year due to me starting a new company to build a Virtual Reality world, only to end up neglecting ours. True, we did raft the Yampa River up in Colorado and Utah with friends, and we visited Los Angeles and San Francisco during 2014, but it was truly the slowest travel year we’d experienced in over a dozen years.

Depoe Bay, Oregon November 2016

Trip 16: November 2016, did you think there was any chance we’d miss the opportunity to visit Oregon at this time of year?

Caroline Wise at Rockaway Beach, Oregon April 2017

Trip 17: Are we bored yet? Do we look bored? One doesn’t ride the wild corn dog if things are not top-notch. April 2017 marks the first time ever we’ve been in Oregon during this month: wow! So now we’ve visited this amazing state in March, April, May, July, September, and November, leaving only six other months we’ll have to plan visits for. Where do you find this exhilarating ride? In Rockaway Beach.

Boiler Bay in Oregon November 2018

Trip 18: By now, you must have already guessed that this was shot in November 2018. If you guessed that date, you win a trip with us to Oregon on one of our next visits. You just have to pay your way and pass a compatibility test with us grizzled travelers, and maybe you’ll be out exploring such fantastic sights such as this one on a late afternoon at Boiler Bay near Depoe Bay, Oregon.

The Baby Wolf

Sharie Monsam, Jutta Engelhardt, and Caroline Wise at Fiber Factory in Mesa, Arizona

It was 11 years ago at a Navajo Weaving workshop led by Sharie Monsam (left) at Fiber Factory in Mesa, Arizona that Caroline first started becoming acquainted with this corner of the fiber arts. Pictured are Caroline and her mom Jutta Engelhardt setting up a warp which is often considered the most difficult part of dressing a loom to start weaving. The Navajo rug that my mother-in-law started on this night was finished prior to her return to Germany, it sits on her couch to this day.

Caroline Wise at Yarn School in Harveyville, Kansas September 2007

Just the year before, Caroline and I found ourselves in Harveyville, Kansas, where she attended Yarn School with Nicole Lohr. The following year we again headed into America’s heartland of Kansas for another go at Yarn School. Critical mass about all things fiber was taking hold.

Caroline Wise with her first loom in Phoenix, Arizona in July 2010

By 2010 Caroline inherited a counterbalance loom and the die was cast. From May of that year, it would take until July before Caroline was ready to start weaving. The loom, by the way, was an ancient mess that required Caroline to look far and wide for information about how it worked. I wrote a short snippet back then which can be read by clicking here. Caroline’s guild member Bernie was instrumental in walking her through the warping process and several sets of towels were eventually woven on this loom.

Fiber Arts Books

Books, videos, tutorials, joining fiber guilds, attending conferences, joining workshops, visiting museums to explore exhibits regarding the history of the craft were on our schedule for the next decade. Caroline’s interest has few limits and certainly, geography is not one of the constraints if there are any. The ethnic history of what the peoples of the earth have explored with cloth is of profound interest to my wife. In her search for complexity and the novelty of finding things beyond the extent of her knowledge, Caroline too has a similar drive to learn more and is nearly on the constant lookout to extend what she knows. She has her own antilibrary that is considerably larger than my own but then her ravenous appetite to read is greater than my own too.

Caroline Wise with her new Baby Wolf Loom from Schacht

Through the various organic and synthetic fibers, yarns, methods of weaving, knitting, making lace, spindles, carders, and a multitude of other interests she’s worked through the uncertainty if she’d still be interested in all of this tomorrow. Turned out that she’s as deeply affected by her curiosity to know more today as ever. With that background, she finally came to the conclusion that gifting herself a treasure wasn’t so unreasonable anymore.

Caroline Wise and Carma Koester of Fiber Creek in Prescott, Arizona with a new Baby Wolf Loom from Schacht

With some arm twisting of assurance that she could spoil herself without feeling guilty Caroline had her eye on a special 50th-anniversary cherry wood loom from Schacht out of Colorado. This “portable” loom is known as the Baby Wolf and while Caroline obviously sits on the left, Carma Koester on the right is the owner of Fiber Creek in Prescott, Arizona, who ordered this beautiful piece of engineering that Caroline is likely to use for the rest of her life. As soon as fabric starts to emerge from the loom I’ll be sure to share more photos of the first thing she makes.