Yesterday I met up with two other workshop participants in Albuquerque and drove them up to Taos, and then up up up some more to the Angel Fire Resort. After some kerfuffle, I got settled in and met up with the whole group for orientation and dinner.
We’re at 8300 feet or so up here, and I felt it more than I expected to, but less than would be worrisome. My manuscript is up in the first day’s round of critiques, and I made sure that I’d re-read the other two manuscripts before bed. I don’t sleep well my first night in a new place, but a couple random coyotes sang me to sleep. When I peeked out the window in the middle of the night, the stars looked low and close and bright.