So the thing with SPA is, other than whatever fiber craft you choose to pursue,…
Are you ready to finally relive my Estes Park Wool Market experience with me? It was terrific! I wasn’t kidding when I said that Margene was the first one through the door to the wool building. And she made a beeline for the Plain and Fancy yarn spun and dyed by her friend Grace. I also purchased some of this yarn – but for Martha, not for myself. Once done with that task, Stephanie and I started wandering around and looking at fiber.
It was fun seeing new vendors and different yarns and fibers. Everyone was friendly and the booths were full of people but not so crowded that you couldn’t browse. Honestly, though, I was pretty selective about purchases since I knew whatever I bought would have to come home in a suitcase with me. I did find some beautiful indigo dyed corriedale, which reminds me of the blue sky of Utah and some natural Suri alpaca, which reminds me of the brown of Wyoming.
Everything else, though, I was able to resist. And I thought I was done shopping. Then I stumbled over a Corriedale Bond X fleece. I had put it down and walked away and would have been okay with that if I hadn’t bumped into Snow and Kristi right then. I dragged them back to the booth to show them this amazing fleece.
And as I stood there explaining what was so great about it (the color, the crimp, the cleanliness, the softness) I realized that I would be a fool if I left it behind. What?!? Look at this!
You would have bought it, too.
Next thing I knew it was time for lunch. And, while there were food booths available, the thought of a sit-down cafe out of the dust and wind was just too tempting to pass by. The car was a little crowded but, That Margene. She adapts to any situation.
Good thing the car ride didn’t hurt her back. She needed to sit up straight when she tried out the wheels at the Bountiful booth. Yup.
Margene at a spinning wheel. Anyone want to start taking bets on how long it is before she makes a purchase? Speaking of purchases, that’s Michaele looking on so intently. She succombed about an hour later. heh.
After spinning, it was time to visit the animals. Here’s where the big difference in New England wool festivals and Western wool festivals became apparent.
The alpacas! They have a whole tent full of alpacas and alpaca fleeces.
It was amazing. I took this picture just for Laurie.
Those are all alpaca fleeces and there were at least 4 times more than what you see here. Swoon.
The sheep and goats were of the typical variety so after visiting with them we headed back to our condo for some
beer relaxation. And the rest of Saturday was just that – relaxation!
And pictures with new friends.
That’s me and Stephanie. We sort of bonded over the whole fleece purchasing experience.
Once the photo ops were over, I plunked myself on a couch between Snow and Miriam and we all chatted and swapped stories and shared our purchases. There were jokes told and advice given and the fellowship of that gathering was fantastic. Bakerina provided us with a fabulous dinner of Shepherd’s Pie, salad and home made strawberry/peach pie. And I taught my Colorado and Utah friends what the term “packy run” means. It’s a trip to the liquor store, in case you didn’t know. I imagine the phrase is sweeping through the West even as you read this.
After so much talk and beer and food I couldn’t keep my eyes open. We headed for bed to rest up for the long drive back to Utah on Sunday. And, rather than bore you with more descriptions of the brown-ness of Wyoming, I’ll just say that the ride home to Utah was less eventful than the ride out to Colorado. We didn’t even get lost. We did, however, see this magnificent creature.
I can’t possibly top that with more words. You’ll have to wait until Monday to hear about the final day of my trip. Have a wonderful weekend, everybody!