While bartering was at times scarce (all too many people seemed to prefer cash), it was definitely an extravaganza of cheap clothes, yummy local organic foods, crazy fire dancing, and for me personally, deliriousness from a head cold that set in just as we got there.
To get to Tonasket we passed trough one of our favorite places to visit, the North Cascades. We stopped within view of a spot very special to us, on Diablo Lake at the foot of Sourdough mountain, where the poet Gary Snyder famously watched for fires in the 50s.
Once we got to the fair there was barely enough time to set up our tent, before the wild rumpus began.
Thankfully the Island crew was well organized and had a huge fire, because the temperatures were record low at night. Twelve degrees, that is.
During the day us girls looked after our little stall and walked around to see what was on offer. Even sitting down in our stand was great because the people watching was so good. The stall across the street was occupied by some lovely Other Island people and we traded a lot back and worth with its lovely proprietess.
Walking around with C. or the gals was the most fun though. The stalls were treasure troves of things you didn't so much want, as want to admire. The vendors were interesting, wonderful people, many of them sporting great, individual styles to delight the eye. It was definitely a delight to chat with all these amazing characters.
The fair takes place in arid, high desert, in a sort of valley on a hillside, and of course we had to, in spite the cold, hike up the see the tent village from above.
(Notice how C. and I are Twins again.)
Tents as far as the eye could see, happy people, peace on earth and love in the air. What more could you ask for an adventure? (Well, maybe lack of head cold...minor details.)