|Joan is on the right side of the table, third from the front|
|Carl Bochmann, eager to hear all about it and see Joan's cards|
Joan was a writer, and maybe one of her biggest disappointments was to have more to write and knowing she wouldn't have time—or energy—to do it. Even though her health was very poor in the last years of her life, she made every effort to go to book events where she could display and talk about her book and interact with other authors.
In early August, 2012, she drove with me to Montana to attend the Madison Valley Arts festival in Ennis. We took a scenic route over the Bighorn Mountains out of Dayton, Wyoming, through Cody and Yellowstone Park.
|Ready to go, outside the Lighthouse Cafe and Grace Place, Joan's Church, in Berthoud, CO|
|At an overlook as we ascended the Big Horn Mountains|
|Joan in Cody, Wyoming|
Joan came again in December, this time flying from Denver to Billings to the Writers Roundup, where I and fellow author Marcia Melton met her. We shared a table at the Roundup, a room in Billings, and lots of laughs, stories, and good times—when Joan wasn't too sick to enjoy it. She was grateful for the opportunity, though at times of pain and sickness, she missed her own house and bed.
|Marcia Melton and Joan Bochmann|