This is the year of conferences for me. In late March, I went to Left Coast Crime in Sacramento - met some fantastic people. Came back to April Conferences (that's plural) Pikes Peak Writers Conference (Great!!!) and Malice Domestic in Bethesda, MD (so much fun). I just arrived in Crested Butte with Julia Allen for the Writers Conference here. This is my first, her 4th.
Here's my plan:
Over the next 4 days I will give a play by play of my experiences. Hopefully, you, dear reader, will enjoy it.
Okay, having just arrived this 21st day of June, the Year of our Lord 2012, I am heading out to explore Crested Butte. I'll keep you posted.
I'm back from an hour and a half walk on Elk Street, the main drag of Crested Butte, six blocks of stores (boutiques, gift shops, jewelry stores) bars, and restaurants. Beautiful day, surrounded by mountains, had ice cream, talked to some very friendly people; like Manitou Springs a river runs through the heart of town.
Took off out of town for another bit of the walk, more friendly people, children laughing, hawks flying overhead. Got back in time to get a call in to my wife, pick up Julia from her class, and head out to dinner.
Went to this cool place where this guy played jazz guitar (Joe Buck Johnson). He played almost every request I could think of ( Somewhere over the Rainbow, Ain't Misbehavin', Ghost Riders in the Sky, King of the Road) plus Cole Porter, Fats Waller, Irving Berlin, you name it. I had a fried squash blossom for an appetizer. It was so tasty.
Went up to the oldest grave yard I've ever seen. People died in Crested Butte in the 1820's, many of them children. A hard life in these mountains back then.
Tomorrow (actually today now) I go to my first classes and hang with the Sandy winners.