Couldn’t have been a better time. And, it started on Thursday, really: en route to Telluride with my wife Nancy (the luxury of driving, since I’m in Colorado . . . ), we swung by Paonia Books so I could do an event with Paolo Bacigalupi:
Then it was crash-landing at the Horror Summit with Jeremy Robert Johnson, Paul Tremblay, and Sara Langan Friday afternoon:
After which it was time to read a story I wrote the night before in Paonia, round about 11pm—wanted to be scared, reading (as in: not sure of the story, no time to work on it):
Next morning, it was being part of the second horror summit, this time with Daniel Kraus, JRJ modding again (seriously, he can run a public conversation better than anyone I know):
After which we all signed and signed and signed some more. Couple cool snapshots from it:
Then it was up the gondola for the snapshot we take every year at the top of this black-diamond run, rain or shine or whatever:
And, did I forget my bag on the gondola, have to ride up and over to Mountain Village to collect it from lost & found? Who knows.
Immediately after was the pig roast (I had a salmon burger), which included this coolness:
Then it was a fast rush over to Bryan Fuller’s Dust Bunny!
And, at the same time, Grady Hendrix was cooking through his Witchcraft show:
And then, for Indigenous People’s Day, it was creeping back up a wet 70 (was a wicked wreck all around us, but we skated through somehow—I think everyone else was mostly okay, too. well, except the cars and trucks involved):
