I will start this post with a warning, going to a town that has a national park an hour and a half from a major city on a sunny Father's Day is a bad idea. It is even worse if you are trying to coordinate three cars of people coming from three different locations. If you are in this situation it is important not to leave your cell phone on the kitchen counter. If you do find yourself in this situation you will probably end up not finding at least one person.
We weren't really thinking about Father's Day or that Estes Park is home to Rocky Mountain National Park. I was just set on going to the Estes Park Wool Market. We had celebrated Father's Day the week before by accident so it was not in our mind as we headed towards Estes Park. It was a slow drive for us, even slower for Kevin's parents who got stuck on the road that Ride the Rockies was on. An hour late, and minus a good friend who was driving up separately we finally connected.
Kevin and his dad went off hiking while his mom and I went to the Wool Market. I'm not sure the name is quite appropriate since there were more animals and fiber not from sheep than wool itself. Unfortunately I left the camera in the car because Alder and the goats made really good friends. They loved the sweat on his toes and he loved being licked and petting them.
We spent most of our time with the animals but there was one building where yarn, fleece, roving and lots of other fiber oriented stuff was for sale. I was good I only bought one skein of delicious natural colored alpaca and a bag of wool felt scraps. There was so much delicious looking yarn there but the last thing I need is a new giant pile of yarn to pack and move, there will be other fiber festivals (like the NYS Sheep and Wool Festival).
The yarn will become a sweater for Alder, after it's dyed (koolaid I think) and the felt scraps are crowns for the kids at Alder's birthday party next month.
Amy I'm sorry we never connected on Sunday.
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