Obviously I went, with my mom.
I think the official animal this year was actually the Icelandic sheep, but when we were there (Saturday afternoon) it was all about the goats.
That being said, I love alpacas, and we made sure to find and admire them. Mom, who's engaged in a battle of wills against the blackberries that are intent on taking over her lawn, had to be talked out of buying a pair...
We got to sit in on the (Icelandic sheep) fleece judging, while the main judge talked through her process, which was all kinds of awesome, and we ate some really amazingly fabulous lamb from the stands outside-- which was the cause of a little distress on Mom's part, eating lamb and admiring wool in the same afternoon, but she managed.
I did get a new spindle, from the display hanging on the line above. It's a lot heavier than what I had, at 1.6 oz, and they gave me a little bit of top to play with when I bought it. I'd spun it up by the end of the day, plied it before bed, set the twist overnight, and Mom is currently knitting a puff out of it.
Going to the festival, and playing with my new spindle, has nudged me to start spinning in earnest again-- I hadn't spun for about a month, although for the life of me I can't remember why. I'm working on a 4 oz braid of BFL from Abstract Fiber, with which I'm attempting fractal spinning (emphasis on attempting), but I wanted something quick last night, so I started on a very small braid of roving from lanitium ex machina that came as an extra when I ordered a full-sized braid from her shop. She's one of my absolute favorite dyers, and I'm having fun spinning up this rather mysterious fiber-- it has wool in it, for sure, but it's also really sparkly and has a halo I don't usually see with pure wool.