In the "real world" one of the most notable places I have found to purchase wool yarns is the Knitting Knook in

the quaint village of Sullivan, New Hampshire. Not too far from Apple Hill. If you happen to find yourself in the neighbourhood -- the southwestern corner of NH -- Monadnock Region -- drop in at this little shop. Look out the window at the sheep and the sunset. Buy as much of the locally produced wools as you can. You will never regret the $$$ outlay. The wools are of the finest quality.
I found her!! She is on the net:

Knitting Knook

Speaking of the Monadnock Region, did you realize there's much more there than just Mount Monadnock? Of course there's hiking and camping (be sure to look in on Woodmere in Rindge if you're traveling with an RV, pop-up, or tent, and tell Leon I said "Hi!")

One should never visit the Monadnock Region in summer (from mid-June to mid-August) without spending at least one Tuesday evening at Apple Hill. If chamber music is your forte, then Apple Hill is a must on your agenda! The region is rife with attractions that are far from the mundane exercise pastimes of hiking, swimming and camping.
Treat yourself to an evening with the Boston Symphony at Tanglewood in Lenox, MA a short (1.5 hour) drive from Rindge, NH. While in Rindge visit the beautiful grounds of Franklin Pierce College (my alma mater) and enjoy the view. Visit the back parking lot where I spent a whole winter (1993) sleeping out in the freezing cold and snow -- in my car. I earned the degree, despite the cost! You might take in Cathedral of the Pines while in Rindge as well.
Go to a concert at the Marlborough, VT School of Music at Marlborough College. This one was begun by Rudolf Serkin himself.
See the Peterborough Marionette Theatre performances.
The MacDowell Colony is open to the public one weekend over the course of the summer -- look into it.
Keene State College is a beehive of cultural activity, even in summer.
Travel to Plainfield, NH and tour the home of noted sculptor, Auguste St. Gaudens.
Dine at the Indian Shutters restaurant right on Route 12 North in Claremont, NH and ask for a tour of that remarkable old building.

Clearly, one could never tell New Hampshire is my home. I was merely a transient in Alaska. Albeit a very happy one! I enjoyed the beauty and majesty of the land! What a wonderful experience to go out in the woods with just my puppy baby and pick berries or mushrooms. What a fabulous abundance grows wild in that country. You cannot imagine the thrill of reeling in a huge Alaskan Salmon until you do it! One moose bagged during hunting season will feed your family for the entire year until it's hunting season again. You can grow potatoes and other cold weather loving crops aplenty in your garden. (the moose think you did it just for them. They gratefully consume all they can of your cabbage and cauliflower and broccoli and brussels sprouts) Summer visitors never get to see the "real Alaska"; what a pity! They never look out their kitchen window (or any other in the house) to see a moose moving peacefully across the lawn, or stopped to browse on a bush in the yard. They miss so much that IS Alaska. Yet, they see so much that IS Alaska. Because Alaska is so many different places all in one spot on the map.

When I left Alaska someone sent me this poem. I only know him as "Pyth", but he is a very special man! Here, let me share a glimpse of the sensitive soul that I was privileged to peek:

A Third Age Journey,
The Saga of AKLULU
(Dallas Cross)

To the north, towards the light,
The journey brings hope and fear.
Travails of travel, uncertain flight
The promise of tomorrows dear

With the salmon’s escaping fry,
The promise goes out to the sea.
Down the grey-green Kenai
Winter lights ...... and just me

An electronic sigh, into the room
Digital friends soon made fast,
To dispel the fright and gloom
Our traveller flies home at last

A journey not seen with shame
But an aged truth, we proclaim
From our hearts Third Agers speak
It’s in us all .... that love we seek.