And alpacas, with their "I'm too cool for my bad wig" expressions:
And a very patient Angora bunny whose soft fur was being spun off of his back:
There were spinners scattered around, as well as vendors:
And some shorn sheep ("Mom, what happened? Are you okay? Are we next? Mom? Mom!"):
On the historical side of things, there's a group that's carving a replica of a shovel-nosed canoe, which was used by the Kalapuyans, the native people of this area, for navigating marshes, rivers, and sloughs:
And our own Stephania of Three Fates Yarns, adding up a very nice sale:
I came only to look, and maybe buy a little fiber. Sigh... "a little" somehow became an 8 lb Romney fleece, very clean, charcoal grey, perfect for a fall coat I have in mind:
I keep looking at that stash box, thinking, "I really ought to be on a yarn diet... I really should use some of this up before I buy more... I really should resist..." If fiber festival season didn't fall during my off time, leaving me trying to knit up all that yarn during my busiest times of the year, maybe I could work through it all. Not all my fault... really... right?