Wow, what an amazing week we’ve had in Wyoming. Okay, backup. About a week ago my Tom said he had to get outta Dodge (Austin) and now. His stress was so high he needed to detox, and, honestly, I wasn’t far from him. So, we took advantage of an invitation to visit Wyoming and leave the Texas heat for some mountain air.
Tom’s cousins, our hosts, Jan and Eddie Sapp, own Arrowhead Alpaca Farms, one of the largest alpaca farms in the country. So, when we arrived on their farm on Saturday, we got to be introduced to all their 70+ alpacas by name, and I got to help skirt their fleece. Skirting fleece, I learned, simply means picking out the debris (grass, burrs, etc.) left in the fleece after it’s sheered. I know, sounds like work. But I love seeing the alpaca fiber in its original state. It’s fun to follow the whole process from sheering, skirting, spinning and weaving. And, alpaca fleece is really special to handle. It’s much finer than sheep’s wool, right up there with cashmere – so luxurious.
Talk about luxury. Sunday morning, I got a special pedicure from this little angel.
She’s Tom’s cousin’s almost 4-year old granddaughter (try to keep up). Yep, deep purple polish all over my toe-sies.
Now, I’ve already had more fun than a month of Sundays at home, but later that morning we got to witness the birth of a new baby alpaca. Mama, “Prima,” was amazing to watch – she just walked around the corral as if nothing were happening. Of course, the baby (cria) came out all full of muck, and laid on the ground looking pretty helpless. Honestly, I was thinking, goodness gracious, somebody help this little thing.
But apparently (Jan patiently explained to me), a cria cleans itself by just rolling in the dirt.
Sure enough. It’s hard to believe these pictures are just about 30 minutes apart.
Being an ex-post-partum nurse don’t you know I was in heaven watching this miracle transpire. I took a lot more pictures of the actual birth, but they’re a little too National Geographic to share. Anyway, I’ve learned so much about these amazing alapacas and their oh-so-soft fleece. I’ll never take my socks for granted again!