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[photos] Salida, CO and Moonlight Pizza

While I was in Colorado last weekend, we stopped in Salida for lunch. After a misfire at a noisy, crowded restaurant, we wound up at Moonlight Pizza, which has some of the best pizza I’ve ever eaten.

They’re a microbrewery and pizza joint scenic downtown Salida, inside what looks to me like an old gas station. There’s a selection of craft brewed beers, and interestingly, craft brewed sodas as well. I had a truly bitching limeade from the tap, something I’d never encountered. Some of my tablemates enjoyed the beers.

And the food… We ordered a capicola, prosciutto and mushroom calzone, along with their T-Guns pizza — red sauce, spinach, pepperoni, tomatoes, cream cheese and jalapenos. Wow to both of those. Just wow. The crust was rich, flavorful and tender. The red sauce was slightly sweet with a very nice seasoning that you could taste even through all the other ingredients. And the topping combinations on both dishes were just amazing. I’m kind of a nut for savory food, and this really hit the spot. Truly amazing pizza.

Moonlight Pizza is highly recommended if you’re ever in that part of Colorado.

The view from downtown Salida

[info]tillyjane (a/k/a my mom) walking the streets

Weird mineral excrescences in a shop window

Moonlight Pizza its own self

The brewery operation

The dining room

The t-shirt

Art on the walls

Our very patient server (we were kind of a band of goobers)

Part of the beer menu

The taps their own selves

My aunt and her sweetie


The remains of our table

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[photos] Visiting Monarch Pass, Colorado

Saturday we drove up to Monarch Pass in the Gunnison National Forest. Cold but fun.

Me at the Continental Divide

My aunt and her sweetie

My mom and my aunt

A ski-ready dog we met in the parking lot at the top of the pass

The visitors’ center, apparently closed for the season

The funicular, likewise closed

An old mine head in the pass

Another view of same

Photos © 2012, M. Bryant and Joseph E. Lake, Jr.

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[travel|writing] Heading home from Colorado amid a weekend of loss

I’m heading home from Colorado today. [info]tillyjane (a/k/a my mom) and I had great fun Friday night watching my aunt (her youngest sister) act in The House of Bernarda Alba. Saturday we all loaded up in my aunt’s car and toured about to Monarch Pass, as well as Salida, CO and various other points. Photoblogging to come, watch this space for more.

I also finished the machine-assisted audio walkthrough of Calamity of So Long a Life. That was a highly beneficial process. I’ll have more to report after I’ve mulled it over a few days, but this will definitely be a critical step in future novel manuscripts.

Finally and most importantly, there is of course the news of the passing away of my dear friend and fellow writer Mark Bourne. It was sudden and unexpected. My deepest condolences to Elizabeth and all his family and friends. This saddens me deeply.

Likewise, I’ve been told (but not yet confirmed) that Kathryn Daugherty passed away yesterday. She was a fan, a friend, and a fellow colon cancer patient. My condolences to James and all her family and friends.

More to come, when time permits.

[links] Link salad is still being a lazy git

Though we’re headed off soon to Denver to take me to the airport (a 3.5 hour drive), this morning I’m still up in the Santa Rosita hills in Colorado. Bandwidth still very limited, and so building the link list is contraindicated. Regular service will resume tomorrow.

Writing time yesterday: 2.75 hours (Sunspin revisions)
Body movement: airport walking to come
Hours slept: 5.5 (solid)
Weight: n/a
Currently reading: 1491 by Charles C. Mann

[personal] Further proof that I am an idiot

My aunt’s cabin, where [info]tillyjane (a/k/a my mom) and I are staying, is at about 9,500 feet of altitude in the Santa Rosita hills south and east of Westcliffe, CO. I live about 200 feet above sea level in Portland, OR. So what did I do my first morning here?

I walked the 2.5 miles of extremely rural Keepsake Loop, with about 400 feet of elevation change. In the 20 degree morning air.

It took me 55 minutes to handle the hike, starting at the high point, walking downhill for the first half, then uphill the second half. I had to stop four times to regain my breath on the climb back to the cabin. By the time I returned, I was utterly wrung out, soaked with sweat, and chilled.

But it sure felt good.

We’re off to Monarch Pass in a bit.

[links] Link salad takes the day off

I’m up in the Santa Rosita hills in Colorado with very limited bandwidth over a slow and erratic satellite connection. Very difficult to load my daily link prowl. Link salad will be back tomorrow or Monday on my return to Portland.

Writing time yesterday: 1.5 hours (Sunspin revisions)
Body movement: 55 minute rural hike at high elevation
Hours slept: 6.75 (solid)
Weight: n/a
Currently reading: 1491 by Charles C. Mann

[travel|family] In and out and all about

This morning, [info]tillyjane (a/k/a my mom) and I are flying to Colorado. We’re off to Westcliffe to see my aunt acting in a play, The House of Bernarda Alba. Chilly family fun!

I’ll be back in Portland Sunday afternoon. Next Tuesday is the airport Powell’s book signing with Mary Robinette Kowal and me. We’ll be there from 5 to 7, so come on by if you’re in the area.

Next Wednesday, I’m off to Rainforest Writers Village through Sunday. That will be nice.

Somewhere in all this, I’ll be wrapping up Sunspin and sending it off to la agente. Go me! In any event, see some, all or none of you around the joint.

[personal] Doing things in Denver when I’m not dead

ETA: My apologies, the mirror photo was unintentionally revealing, so to speak, which I didn’t notice due the dimness of the image. I have corrected it.

The Day Jobbery went well yesterday. I also got some writing time squeezed in. Along the way, [info]markbourne pointed out to me that while I’d just written a short story entitled “The Woman Who Shattered the Moon”, he had recently written a short story entitled “The Woman Who Broke the Moon.” We exchanged manuscripts, and I believe have agreed our stories actually have nothing in common except for the core plot element of the moon being missing. His is a lovely, refined piece of street level magic realism; mine is a shambling character study in a steampunk world of mad science and political vengeance.

This morning I woke up even earlier than planned, further evidence that my body is getting back on to its normal sleep schedule. Unfortunately, to reach the workout room in this hotel you have to go through the pool enclosure, and the pool doors don’t unlock until 5 am. So I layered up with four shirts, a sweater and my trench coat, along with hat and gloves, and went walking on the downtown Denver mall in 26 degree weather. Breezy and very dry. Plus I hadn’t brought sweats, so my legs were bare beneath my coat, which made me look like a very cold-resistant flasher on the move.

Incidentally, the bathroom has slightly strange mirror illumination, thusly:


When I stand in front of it to brush my teeth, shave, whatnot, that square light reflects in my eyes in a very peculiar way. Basically there are two gleaming bright squares exactly bracketing my pupils. It makes me look like a slightly demented cyborg. I tried to capture the look, with partial success:


More Day Jobbery today, followed by tonight’s open dinner at the Mellow Mushroom [ | LiveJournal ]. I think there will be at least four of us there, so come on by if you’re in the area. I’ll also try to squeeze in some time on gearing up with final last-first reader feedback on Calamity of So Long a Life, Sunspin volume one, which effort will extend over the weekend and likely into next week. And off to Portland again first thing tomorrow morning, with hopefully more writing time on the plane.

I am pretty distressed about the cancer news. I feel like I’m on a roll with my writing, and my personal/social life is pulling together nicely. I just hate, hate, hate the thought of it all screeching to halt for another freaking year. Won’t know any more before next week, so I’m just plowing ahead with all the things on my plate, head down and moving fast.

Death is on my heels once more, as he has been these last four years.

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