The mountains of Estes Park are imprinted on my brain and so, 'my' mountains look somewhat new and foreign.
The trip was over so quickly (sigh). It wasn't so much about fiber...it never is. I wouldn't travel that far (8+ hours by car) to buy even the most precious of spinning/knitting fiber...ever. I would drive longer than that to meet up with the best group of grrls on the planet.
Laura & me, Cheryl, Karen, me, Val, Mim, Val
Imbrium & Mim, the whole group at The Stanley for cocktails, Karen
Julie (in red) and friends, llama parade, Kristi avec her Spin Off Socks
It was so wonderful to spend extra time with Laura and Chris, both who stayed in the 'Luxury Log Cabin' with us, the Utah Grrls, and to see so many more friends at the festival. As it turned out, I was a lazy shopper. Not much spoke to me and I came home with little fiber, a bit of yarn, two spindles and a head full of wonderful memories.
The only yarn to come home with me was from Grayce of Plain and Fancy Wool Co. It's Sage Green with Mixed Reds and it is a colorway that has been on my mind since last years Estes! The only fiber I bought (for myself) was a gray cashmere blend, along with a pink 'everything' blend, from Bonkers. I had to have something to spin on my new polymer spindle. The other spindle is from Tracy Eichhelm and since Val, the hummingbird whisperer (they follow her everywhere) was with me, that's what I got, in her honor. Both spindles spin like heaven.
There wasn't much in the way of fiber that was different or unique. With the wealth of fiber shops in Blogland and the amount in my burgeoning stash it's hard to find something I 'had' to have. So, that's it...more memories than fiber finds, which is just perfectly fine.