Sendak Artist Roll Review

“The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places. But still there is much that is fair. And though in all lands, love is now mingled with grief, it still grows, perhaps, the greater.”
―J.R.R. Tolkien

A story from Walter.

A month before our trip, a visitor – avid hiker, world traveler, adventure seeker – came to the Peg and Awl shop. He talked about different life-altering travel experiences and, after a few epic tales, his worst hiking trip ever – three days of cold, wet, isolating misery on the Presidential Range Traverse in the White Mountains, New Hampshire. It’s a fifty mile stretch of earth with a trail carved out heading straight up some of the rockiest terrain on the East Coast. The trail serpentines up and down the summits of each peak in the range through dense moss-covered conifer forest and into the alpine zone.

All of this sounded amazing: rocky crevasses, secret waterfalls, mysterious forests, and sweeping views of gradient blue steadfast giants erupting from the earth. But these formidable mounds of rock took up residence in the world’s most unpredictable weather. With extreme mood swings, the sky lavishes its energizing sun upon hikers one moment and the next it envelops the peaks with fog so thick fellow travelers who were only a step apart walk adrift, lost. A warm 80° day can plummet into the single digits with several feet of snow along with it. This range, with all its majesty, has engulfed many adventurers, taking their lives. It stands as a reminder to tread intentionally as we have no control over awakening the beast. All we can do is study its movements, measure its barometric pressure, test its air quality, and hypothesize about its intentions.

We were already aware of the range’s reputation but as we drove closer to New Hampshire towards the White Mountains and our very possible doom, our excited worry was bolstered by the strangers first-hand cautionary tale.

Little did we know that we were in for three glorious days.

The Ascent

Our ascent began in the dense moss-covered forest bursting with life. Green erupted from the earth filling every seam and overflowing into the path. The dark soil, white pine, balsam fir, birch, mountain ash, trillium, bunchberry, moss, and many small flowering plants flourished together, inviting us further up, further in. Like a temptress the forest pulled us close and let us drink in all its beauty and too hastily let go as we climbed into the boreal and alpine zones. Stubborn, crotchety krummholz spruce and fir replaced the greenest green. Trees and rock seemed to turn on one another in the great battle of survival. The rocks gained the upper hand the higher we climbed until the trees retreated completely and let the sedges, grasses, and Diapensia carry on the fight. The guides warned us to step cautiously for if we trampled the smallest bit of alpine plants it would destroy one hundred years of growth. We found our footing on the steep rocks and scrambled up.

The Ammonosauc River

Tiny worlds full of life

Diapensia, a very slow growing plant

Emerging from the boreal zone

Ever upward

Our first glimpse of the Lakes in the Clouds Hut

The Lakes in the Clouds

Suddenly our destination sprang into sight, The Lakes in the Clouds, a wood shingled hut that could sleep and feed 92 adventurers. One of eight huts dotting the mountain range like stars in a constellation, it was built in the 1880s and has been a continual refuge for hungry and weary travelers. Ten caretakers were garrisoned there maintaining the building, cooking meals, and researching the plant growth, insect world, and weather patterns. Twice a week they carried food and supplies in on their backs, strapped to oak ladder boards marked with the names and initials of past caretakers. Loaded up with 60-100 lbs of supplies they navigated the steep rocky traverse to the huts.

A small self-contained community hummed inside each wood paneled hut. Energy was extracted from the sun, water from the ground, waste composted and the message of leave no trace was shared with all who passed through. Each choice was intentionally made to create a minimal impact while enjoying the perilous and beautiful White Mountains. Come evening, we listened eagerly to the weather report – the one thing that would dictate our plans for the next 12 to 24 hours.

Our safety depended on it.

Photographs by Silas

Illuminated by the golden sunset

Plein Air painting Mt. Monroe

Our home for one night

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The Lakes of the Clouds hut is nestled in just below Mount Washington

Three Glorious Days

We spent our three days exploring this majestic part of the world, painting, drawing, playing cards, conversing with our guides, and laughing a lot. We learned about plants and animals and heard stories of the Crawford family, pioneers in guiding hikers though this rough terrain. We watched the sun set and saw clouds glide over the ridge as we hiked. Our hats flew off in the wind, and we were absorbed by the dense fog. There were murmurings of ferocious thunderstorms but instead we were graced with rejuvenating rain and one of the largest rainbows I have ever seen. That’s the thing about peril, it doesn’t always end in doom. The unpredictability forces us to give up control and appreciate the the good times. It reminds us that beauty and impermanence are inseparable and like complimentary colors, they make their counterpart more vivid, more alive! With Robert Frost’s Nothing Gold Can Stay flowing though my mind we hiked down and out. Farewell to the mosses, the flowers, the trees. Farewell to the mountains, but hopefully not for long.

Plein Air Oil Painting of Mt. Monroe

Rocks and Hawkweed

The Hawkweed was amazing!

A rocky descent!

Hiking the ridge toward Mizpah Spring Hut

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Trekking into the unkown

The oak ladder board

Hearty yet fragile alpine plants

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I love making journals and all kinds of books to fill up. To be clear, I make them to fill them. I am not a blank book collector. My books get dirty and bent and filled to the brim. They are meant for ideas, drawings, journaling, and more. (I may share in a future post!)

To start, we decided to share some unconventional journal making processes. Here, I filmed myself making my most recent journal from old book covers, antique textiles, an old painty escutcheon, a tetra pak print and other treasures. This is the second book* that I made like this with no plans. You can hear my wheels turning in this video from start to finish — enthusiastic, doubtful, and joyous throughout the process

My sister-in-law Ashley, one of the Peg and Awl crew, edited it — bloopers and all! We hope you enjoy it!

Do let us know what you think. Please ask questions and share your books made with our instructions. We’d love to see them and share some here!

Things you will need

1. Paper
2. Glue
3. Scissors
4. Thread
5. Needle
6. Ruler
7. Fabric
8. Pencil
9. Vintage book or something for your cover
10. Doodads if you’d like
11. Heavy books for a press

If you’ve just discovered us and our tutorials, go to Bookbinding at Home, Part 2: How to Stitch a Coverless Journal to learn how to stitch the inside of the book. If you have a cover you want to use, prepare your pages to fit! But don’t take your first one (or any) so seriously. You must play to learn:)