Athleticism

So, ten writers get together with their agent in a pair of cabins within spitting distance of Rocky Mountain National Park in Colorado.

Here's how they spend the morning:

The photo was taken by Kate Schafer Testerman, the agent in question. Ten clients of KT Literary, including me, gathered with her this weekend to hobnob and eat and guffaw. I'm the one with her back to the camera. It may look as if I'm industriously writing, but I'm checking the weather forecast.

Actually, we did get out to the park right after the photo. We saw elk and an alluvial fan, plus a whole bunch of snow, which closed the road to the Continental Divide. I took a bunch of pictures, but can't upload them until I get home. That should be around the 19th, after I wander around Santa Fe for a while with my friend Shelly.

The elk are amazing--this time of year, they wander right into town, no regard whatsoever for humans or buildings or cars. Also saw magpies and bright blue jays, far brighter than out east.

Right now we're around the fire digesting a great Mexican dinner. It doesn't get better.