We started the day with a trip to the Farmers' Market at Ancestor Square. It's a quaint setting, and several crafters and other vendors had booths, but I didn't find any of the produce I had been hoping for. That was partly because people said it had all sold out before 10 a.m. and partly because there just wasn't much produce. I did buy one head of romaine.
Next we headed out to Tuacahn market, but on the way stopped to visit Joe and Chris Viers at home--and what a unique and delightful home. Joe is a potter and has handcrafted the sinks and sconces for the house, which was custom designed for them and includes a large pottery shop and kiln. The entire Kayenta community where they live is designed to blend in with the natural landscape and take maximum advantage of the scenic vistas of red rock cliffs. Homes are partially sunken, and natural plants undisturbed.
We went on to visit Tuacahn for the Tuacahn Saturday Market (mainly crafts, though Dennis was happy to find a coffee vendor--not all that common in this Mormon influenced state). The outdoor amphitheater uses the red rocks as a striking backdrop for concerts and shows.
Next we drove to Coyote Gulch, an artists' colony where Joe is a member of a pottery coop. Our outing next led us to Subway for sandwiches, the BLM field office and the St. George visitor center to get more ideas for our upcoming trip. Then we made a quick stop at Target, where I bought another set of pepper mill and salt shaker to replace the one destroyed when it rolled under the slide en route.
Then we returned to Dennis and Cheryl's home, where we finished our laundry. Ken got his defective camera ready to return, and he and Dennis ran out to the Staples to send it out by UPS. Cheryl had a yummy Italian Pasta casserole recipe that we fixed for dinner. Afterward we sat on the patio and admired the view while we ate our ice cream.
When we returned to our campground, we were surprised to see that several neighbors had pulled in during the day. When we went for our walk, dusk was falling, and we noticed bats swooping everywhere overhead to catch their dinner. When we asked the camp hosts what kind of bats they were, the hosts said "mosquito eating bats."
Most of our fellow campers have stayed only overnight before moving on.
Our Internet connection has been agonizingly slow. We are paying for satellite Internet, but the winds here have made us leery of putting up the dish.
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