There aren’t many things I love more than road trips. I’ll find any excuse to take one. So when my friend, Danielle, offered to help organize a book event for The Rooms Are Filled in Denver, where she lives, obviously my next thought was: “My brother- and sister-in-law live in Boise.” My thought after that was, “My uncle lives in Bend, Oregon.” And then: “My friend Melanie lives in Portland.”
A road trip was born. I am hard-pressed to think of a more enjoyable way to celebrate my book.
My husband and I flew into Denver on Sunday and, being from Chicago—land of the polar vortex—we were welcomed with the gift of a snowstorm and 27 degrees. I gave a reading at The Tattered Cover on Monday night, and we left Tuesday morning in our rental car, ending the day in Jackson, Wyoming.
We’ve got 1,200 miles to go in 6 days. I’ll be posting pictures of my first-ever Author Road Trip along the way. Enjoy!
I loved reading at The Tattered Cover. The staffers and their whole tradition was lovely. For instance:
Here is events manager Michael Cruikshank asking me to sign their guest book–right alongside the likes of Amy Tan and Doris Kearns Goodwin. It took me about negative 2/10ths of a second to think about it, but I agreed. They also gave me a metal bookmark with “The Tattered Cover” on one side, and my name and the date on the other. I almost cried.
Two lonely rock columns in northern Colorado. Aren’t they a wonder?
The Rockies in northern CO.
Laramie, WY. I’m not sure if it’s just their logo, or if an actual horse picks you up to take you home from the bar.
They REALLY want you to know there are deer in the area. These are not like the little silhouette signs we have in the Midwest.
Our hotel in Jackson, taken from a moving car. They gave us the Cowboy Themed room, which really isn’t as bad as I anticipated. Just a lot of leather and wood and antler lamps that are actually very cute. I wanted to take another picture of our hotel without the huge yellow walking sign, but I was too tired and my husband’s driving was giving me mini heart attacks.
The only bad view all day–the oil refinery in Sinclair, WY. I know–I’m driving and complaining about oil. I’m looking forward to the day they make affordable, greener cars.
ON TO BOISE!
Road-trip selfie. My husband isn’t mean, despite the picture.