Yarn is where you find it.

There are no yarn stores in Page, Arizona.

But if you mention this to the cheerful, helpful Chamber of Commerce folks, they will tell you that Blairs Trading Post supplies yarn to Navajo weavers for their gorgeous work.

And there you will find

Rows of "Lambs Pride" (in 4 oz. skeins instead of center pull) and "Wooly" something or other (I have forgotten the specifics. It was too stiff & itchy for my kind of knitting) in all the colors you see in the desert and canyons and sky around here. That is a surprising range of color when you get down to it -- 6 or 7 greens alone (not counting blue greens) and even more browns, grays, creams and burgundies. Even though the yarn type was limited, there was so much wonderful color I could hardly choose. (I did eventually: skeins of the blue about mid photo between the greens and the reds. It is the exact exuberant rich blue of the desert sky.)

Across the aisle you will find

spurs and larriats. And assorted other cowboy leather gear. The saddles are just to the left.

In spite of being yarn challenged, I really enjoyed visiting Page. The people were patient and pleasant. Most of the houses were modest and tidy (although I did see a few eco-irresponsible-oversized-McMansions creeping along the canyon rim.) I liked how they have 10 churches in a row. (When the BLM was divvying things up, they designated a strip of Lake Powell Boulevard for churches, all on the same side. Kind of like putting all the cookies in the same aisle of the supermarket.) And here is a feeble photo through the window at the Page Public Library, the best library view in the world.

Yarn is where you find it.

PS The Edward Abbey essay is "Down the River" from Desert Solitaire, a little past the middle of the book.