Black Sheep Festival: Our last day. I am an addict that needs to go to recovery.

Yes, it's time to move on and we have. I am spending the night in Weed, California. There is an awesome restaurant here called The Hi-Lo Cafe. Complete down home cooking. I succumbed and ordered the lasagna. Eventhough we are in California, this was certainly _not_ Californian cuisine. No fancy dancy special herb, duck, whatever the funk meat sauce. Plain ol simple and good tomato and meat sauce with tons of cheese and pasta that wasn't al dente. It even came with trashy white, buttered, garlic bread. Yum! I am not being facetious, truly.

Here are some fun animal photos from the festival.


alpaca


angora goat = mohair


blue-faced leicester


cashmere producing goats


jacobs


merinos

One last thing that I have to confess. I bought 2 more fleeces. Or I should say that my mom bought me 2 more fleeces. She is an enabler. The first one is another mature shetland. It is red and it smells like maple syrup and I am not kidding. There is a special carotin in the wool. Judith, the judge, said that the fleece will smell like this forever even when its made into a sweater. Yum.

The other fleece -- a Coopworth/ Romney cross. very long staple length and a silvery charcoal color.

We have ALOT of work to do in the next week. I am so glad that my mom is going to be here...to help! Our first plan is to wash a half pound of each fleece, spin it, and knit up swatches. We have decided the only time we are going to leave the house is to go to the gym. This girl needs a little toning from her weekend induglences of beer, pizza, ice cream, and jelly bellies.