When Ann mentioned that she had found an Alpaca farm and mill just outside of Williams my inner fiber addict kicked into full attention. "I am in!", I told her. Barbara and Rick had driven up from Phoenix for a few days of photography with us and they were willing to go along. I loved the excursion. While the farm and mill are on the smaller side for such an enterprise we found that the personal tour and attention more than made up for it. I had never been inside a mill before to see how the shorn animal fiber is converted into the yarn I treasure.