The Estes Park Wool Market is a whole different ball of yarn than the Taos Wool Festival, the main disparity being that in Estes, the animals are the star attraction and in Taos, the fiber products and tools fill that role. Also, in Taos, the festival is set up in a park and the vendors/displays are lined up in easy-up two-sided tents and, in Estes, the market is at the fairgrounds and almost everything is under canvas or roof with the exception of the arena that holds agility trials and animal shows.
If we ever make that pipe dream move to Colorado, I want Spartacus to wear one of these. He can carry our equipment while we hike the Rockies together to our hearts content.
Robert wanted to bring home this little Pygora kid and was going to love it and take care of it and we weren't going to have to do anything, please, please, please, please, please! (Just like Albert Einstein, the Angora rabbit who now lives in our bathroom, necessitating the hurdle of a baby gate in order to take care of business.) We didn't bring him home either, though he was very cute.
With handsome guys like this to guide us through the market, a good time was had by all. And I didn't spend a cent (this was mostly due to my husband by my side as we walked through the product tent).
For now, I'll keep hoping the high-altitude lung power used to blow on every one of these I could find did some good.