Living La Vida Llama
Sunday, July 16th, 2006I want to thank our new blog for something.
Earlier in the week, Maeve asked me if I wanted to go to Llama Fest on Saturday with Yevette from work and her husband Michael. Instead of coming up with a reason not to drive all the way down to Spanish Fork on the hottest day of the year to check out some llamas I said, “Yeah, we need something to write about on our blog.”
As many of you know the llama is my second favorite animal and I can remember seeing flyers for Llama Fest since I was in middle school but for some reason, be it the hour-plus drive to Spanish Fork in 100-plus degree temperatures or the fear of llama spit, I never made it down to Llama Fest. But this year was different. We had a blog and I needed something better than mowing the lawn to write about or we were going to lose all of our readers. So we went to Llama Fest.
The drive down wasn’t too bad. We got Big Gulps and Maeve got to see Utah Lake for the first time. When we got off the freeway in Spanish Fork we weren’t really sure where we were going. We just knew it was held at the Hare Krishna Temple. Having thought I heard that they built their temple from an old Mormon church, that’s what I was looking for, and I was nervous we wouldn’t notice it. When all of the sudden a building appeared on the horizon that you wouldn’t really expect to see in Spanish Fork. It was the Hare Krishna Temple and no it was not built from an old Mormon church. It looked straight out of India and it was huge.
Once on the holy temple grounds I wasn’t quite sure what was expected of my behavior but the nacho stand and band playing ZZ Top covers put me at ease. We got to walk through the temple, which required taking our shoes off. The downstairs was a gift shoppe and the upstairs was where they prayed and some such. This was interesting and all but I was there for the llamas.
I didn’t know what activities would be taking place but I ended up being pleased. We got to see a llama race, a llama pageant, and an obstacle course, which included taking your llama through an old creepy van. We also got within petting range of some of the llamas, which I believe was the closest I’ve been to these beasts. We posed for some photos with Llama #21.
Those llamas really wore us out and after almost three hours it was time to take off. Our hour drive home was broken up with some good Italian food in Provo (how all hour drives should be broken up), which was a good to wrap up the day.
I think the day at Llama Feast was best summed up when I said with satisfaction in my voice, “Well Maeve, we never have to do to that again.” I was glad we went but I have no desire what so ever to return.
And what do I have to thank for this unusual day we had? Besides Yevette and Michael, this blog.