Walter Jon was here two weeks ago, and says that then this mountainside was covered with snow. But an abrupt turn in the weather skipped spring and brought Taos straight to summer.
Two attendees are already here; the rest arrive in shifts today, and class begins tomorrow. So far I am torn between wonder at the natural beauty and a wish that all this beauty was 3,000 feet lower. Ski Valley is 10,000 feet above sea level. I have altitude sickness, with all its unpleasant symptoms: light-headedness, nausea, and a screaming headache. So I am spending today acclimating, which consists mostly of drinking water, taking ibuprofen, and trying not to fall down stairs. Walter was wise to bring me here a day early. By tomorrow I will feel normal again -- won't I?