This weekend was full of friendship and decadence and joy. Friday afternoon after work, I headed down to Boulder to play with my dear dear friend Sigel who was in town for a few days only enjoying Colorado with her new and marvelous friend Annie. Upon Sigel's arrival to Boulder, she deemed it "the land of soymilk and agave nectar" rather than "land of milk and honey" and that juxtaposition rang through my head throughout the weekend. We went out for Ethiopian food, which was a new and delighfully fun experience for me. Saturday we participated in my absolute favorite Boulder activity-- a full shop & sample-taste of the Farmers Market. As always it was an overwhelming and beautiful festival of fresh flowers, fruits, vegetables, breads, cheeses, granolas, soaps, herbs and of course, tamales. We enjoyed a blissful day, and then I hopped back in the car and drove straight to Stagecoach for a night with the Bretts.
My timing was perfect because Sunday morning (after a fairly successful manual driving lesson), the most anticipated alpaca of the summer was born! Carol's top alpaca (techinically world champion grey...) was bred to a top female (named Barefoot Contessa) and so this baby was expected to be primo. We returned from our driving lesson to Ken's calls of "hurry, the head and shoulders are out!" and made it down in time to see the slithery little creature arrive into this great world.

Sigel slacklining

Annie slacklining

minutes old, still figuring out those legs

two hours old, looking much more comfortable (and cute)

three peas in a pod of fun

Green Mtn Reservoir, on the drive home from Boulder