I met many cerebral and artistic people who are genuinely thoughtful and well-rounded journalists. One such person is a published author who is on the board of a writers' conference which has been held in several locations in the southern US for many years. Cutting to the chase because I know I am losing you, she invited me to join the planning committee for the conference to be held in southeastern Tennessee in October. This would also mean that I would teach a workshop at that conference. I plan to write about the process. Stay tuned for those fascinating reads! Ha!
I saw Pike's Peak, which I might say should be renamed Majestic Peak, or Splendiferous Peak or OMG Peak or something that conveys more than an alliterative tribute to some long-dead wanderer. Any Zebulon Pike fans reading, I'm only joking. But it is so much more awesome than the name portends. Another place ol' Zeb discovered was the Royal Gorge, a thousand foot deep hole in the ground that has the world's highest suspension bridge traversing it. We went there on the day after the conference and had a great time. Sometime I'll tell you about falling flat on my face, but I have to screw up my courage to share that humiliating experience.