For Thanksgiving this year, my daughter and I went on a roadtrip to Cloudcroft! I spent a year near there as a child and the beauty of the place has always stayed with me. I had to share; not only with my daughter but with the world. My debut novel, Broken Prophecy, is set in this sleepy little town. A town with one main street and a 'hospital' that's no more than a clinic.

The town is in a tiny valley amidst Lincoln National Forest. The residents are warm and welcoming. We stayed at The Crofting Inn. A little B&B owned by yes, a real McCoy! Gail and Scott were the perfect hosts even welcoming my three cats who'd tagged along. The mornings were country kitchen heaven and the evenings filled with Scott's guitar playing.

Thanksgiving day we headed to The Lodge for a buffet dinner. Reservations were required, but no problem, Gail called for us and got us right in. We hiked off dinner by checking out the sights and following the trails. It took us 15 hours to get there, we took it slower on the way home. Breakfasted with the McCoys and their two other guests before doing a little shopping then heading home. An overnight stay in Ft. Stockton then the final leg home. I have to say it's one of the best Thanksgivings I've had. I wish my son and his girlfriend could have shared it with us.