Sunshine broke over the countryside as my wife and I drove to Nazko Sunday morning.  Snow-covered trees reflected an orange glow that faded to blue skies as we neared the new school and community center where the event would be held.  After setting up our tables we both sat back to await the crowds that would soon be flocking in to buy Marian's crafts and my books.

After a couple hours, it dawned on us that perhaps not many of the couple hundred people who live here would venture outside in such cold.  Thankfully, a few did, one gentleman even coming from Quesnel as he did every year to support the event.  This saved the entire sale from becoming one of crafters buying off crafters, which we did anyway to keep the local economy healthy.

Three people bought books which I signed with flair.  One was the local librarian, another the fellow whose wife was selling baked goods next to us, and for the life of me, I can't remember the third.  One should think their face would stand out in a crowd of twenty or thirty people.

By mid-afternoon it was all over, and we were home before dark.  Settled in front of a warm fire with a glass of wine, we considered the day a sucsess.  Books are sold one at a time, and I had added three to my total.