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Trip Report: Onward to Colorado Springs!
We were, as I was saying, met at the Denver train station by Terry Adams, who then bore us away from the metropolis to the tiny mountain hamlet of Colorado Springs. There, we were quickly settled into the spacious guest quarters at Chez Mormanbloom, and whisked off to lunch with Mem and Terry at the Macaroni Grill, where the food was good, the drink (Sangria!) delightful, and the company charming.
After lunch, we helped -- for values of "help" -- Terry do some shopping, hit two bookstores that did not have any of our books in stock, and then went off to the Garden of the Gods.
If you are ever in the vicinity of Colorado Springs, do not, repeat, DO NOT miss the Garden of the Gods.
Next day dawned balmy and bright. Megan, the beauteous and charming Anna, Terry and myself headed for the Colorado Mountain Zoo, where, as reported elsewhere, giraffes were fed. We then repaired to the tavern at the Broadmoor Inn, where we were fed -- and richly, too. Turkey sandwich on cranberry bread, mmmmm.
Thursday, when we thought we might venture into downtown Colorado Springs -- it snowed. So we stayed in and worked.
I want to mention that, though Chez Mormanbloom is in a housing development, mule deer roam the place seemingly without fear, and demonstrably without sense. Motorists have to be on the alert for deer simply standing in the middle of the road, and gardeners need to go to extraordinary lengths to preserve their flowers. There are also rabbits in quantity, and Squirrels of Unusual Size. Sappho, whom all at Chez Mormanbloom exist to serve, was well entertained.
As were the Authors.
Next Chapter -- the Con!
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Progress on the Book Without a Name
After lunch, we helped -- for values of "help" -- Terry do some shopping, hit two bookstores that did not have any of our books in stock, and then went off to the Garden of the Gods.
If you are ever in the vicinity of Colorado Springs, do not, repeat, DO NOT miss the Garden of the Gods.
Next day dawned balmy and bright. Megan, the beauteous and charming Anna, Terry and myself headed for the Colorado Mountain Zoo, where, as reported elsewhere, giraffes were fed. We then repaired to the tavern at the Broadmoor Inn, where we were fed -- and richly, too. Turkey sandwich on cranberry bread, mmmmm.
Thursday, when we thought we might venture into downtown Colorado Springs -- it snowed. So we stayed in and worked.
I want to mention that, though Chez Mormanbloom is in a housing development, mule deer roam the place seemingly without fear, and demonstrably without sense. Motorists have to be on the alert for deer simply standing in the middle of the road, and gardeners need to go to extraordinary lengths to preserve their flowers. There are also rabbits in quantity, and Squirrels of Unusual Size. Sappho, whom all at Chez Mormanbloom exist to serve, was well entertained.
As were the Authors.
Next Chapter -- the Con!
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strange resonance?
But that's just a mental tuning fork twanging, I think.