Sorry to miss a day of blogging, but we built into the tour a chance to go up to the cabin in the mountains outside of Pecos where we wrote and edited a lot of the book (and later recovered from it) so we could relax and I could fish. Some have suggested this entire book project was a six-year excuse to get to the cabin more often; in my defense, the reason the cabin is even there is partly because of Fred. (The cabin is in a private compound—no rentals, a friend loans us hers–that was originally built in the 1920s when more people started visiting the Santa Fe area because of the Harvey Indian Detours.) Here’s a shot of what it looks like up there when the sky is impossibly blue and the clouds and jet streams are really glorious. I took this just after documenting yet another lovely trout caught in one of stocked lakes on the property. (Of course, I put the fish back—it’s catch, photo-op and release.)

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