After our little fiasco with Writers Fest (see previous post), Hollie and I were left up in Denver with a whole afternoon free – not a common thing. Sly grins splayed across our faces and we turned it into a hookey day. Is that where you skip out on responsibilities and go fishing?
No Radio. No audiobooks. Just Hollie, me, and the open road. We haven’t done this in a long time. So we shot out I-70, survived Vail (we were creamed there the last time we drove through), and took Highway 24 south. I stopped off at the abandoned town of Gilman and took a couple of photos (one from each side). That place is truly creepy. No wonder Dean Koontz used it as inspiration for the book Phantoms (fun side note: the movie adaption was filmed in Georgetown, Colorado).
Now “this” is how writers recharge their batteries. Lots of quiet, a little conversation, and peace.
. . . and the best part . . . Hollie chose to wear flipflops!