Last Friday was a big birthday so we took a couple of days off and visited Estes Park, Colorado…just up the hill from our town. When you make your home in a tourist destination state it’s easy to let everyday life distract you, so it was fun being part of a tourist weekend. People were everywhere, visiting Rocky Mountain National Park and watching the last of the aspen leaves swirl from the trees. From a polite distance, crowds observed the yearly mating dance of the elk who reclaim their grazing rights among the buildings, parks, and golf courses of Estes Park. It’s a wonderful live-and-let-love tradition in town. I’ve enclosed a few photos. To the left is the royal male himself, munching on grass in the Safeway parking lot.
In any case, we had a good time, ate too much and went off the grid.
During the day we also scouted out places to star gaze in RMNP. I wanted to see the Milky Way in its glory, but even though the weather didn’t co-operate, my husband was ready. At the beginning of our trip, as I searched through the center console of his pickup for my camera, the unmistakable glint of a twenty-two winked up at me.
He grinned and shrugged. “Can’t go up in the hills at night without protection. Just think of me as your armed star-gazer.”
I whipped out my spiral notebook. “Do you mind if I use that for the title of my next novel?”
He just smiled.
Where do the titles of your stories, blogs, or novels come from?