Pike's Peak and environs: the drive to Cosine
The other thing about a convention is you never know who you'll run into. In a day otherwise notable only for my losing my new car key a record-breaking three times, I was surprised by the appearance at my book table of Bug and Simon Bradshaw from Britain. He was here on business and when he saw the convention mentioned online they decided she'd fly here and join him for the weekend. After the book room closed we went out to dinner and had a nice time catching up on fan gossip.Bug also had a novel encounter with altitude change: She took the cap off of a roll-on deodorant and the ball shot into the air.
I had quite a nice opening night at my book table; if I do as well the other two days I might yet make it through the rest of the month. I stopped at convention registration on the way out and found they likewise had already hit their targeted break-even attendance numbers.
On the way out of the parking lot, though, in the headlights of the hotel's returning shuttle van: snow.
