It's the second day of the LTUE conference/symposium/authorklatsch/whatever. Miss D. and I are enjoying ourselves, apart from finding the altitude a bit of a pain. We've come from under a thousand feet at home to over four and a half thousand in Provo, Utah, with very, very dry mountain air thrown in. I'm slathering moisturizing lotion on my arms and hands, and we're both drinking a lot of water to stay hydrated. I was initially surprised that it affected us so badly, but then I realized that every other time we've been to Colorado or other higher states, we've traveled by car. Our bodies have had more time to acclimatize on the journey there. This time we flew, so there was no adjustment time at all. We're feeling it.
Old NFO, Lawdog and I found ourselves
I was surprised and extremely pleased this morning, while on walkabout around the conference venue, to find a shop that stocked British and South African foods. A large bag of biltong, a variety of chocolates, and other goodies followed me back to the hotel. I've been handing out Turkish Delight bars to my buddies - Lawdog and I grew up on the stuff in Africa. It brought back happy memories of younger days.
Last night a bunch of friends, including ourselves, adjourned to the house of a member of our group. He and his wife fed us royally on barbecued chicken and adobo pork. Delicious! Their stock of bourbon and other fine liquors took some punishment, too, as spirited conversation and loud laughter rolled around the room. I understand we may be having a sequel this evening, which would be fun. We're coordinating our movements and intentions by text message, which can be tricky as conflicting messages criss-cross the ether. I daresay we'll catch up with each other eventually.