I should warn you now, this may be boring but if I don’t get this down now I’ll probably lose it forever.
One of Telluride’s charms is its relative isolation. You have to really want to come here. When I first saw pictures of the place I thought it was roughly the size of Picton but population-wise it’s actually smaller. And yet, one weekend every year it fills up with film buffs, industry types, publicists and movie stars. The town has one full-time cinema but manages to scrape up eight screening venues that start as early as 8am over four extremely busy days every Labor Weekend.
I left Wellington aeons ago (actually 2pm last Sunday) with your common-or-garden flight to Auckland. Then – after writing my CT column in the food court – the twelve hour flight to Los Angeles.
