Better to have a Book than explode.....

The broadcast team made up of ten, had gone back to Durango and they still hadn't heard word about the next sequence that might herald a visit and the Hopi knew to wait also and so some promise seemed eminent; they just relaxed at the Strater Hotel taking in the sights of the San Juan community. Each of different backgrounds, they began to get to know each other better; with such a whirlwind of "the situation" the lack of calm meant they were a team without really knowing anything about each other.  They decided to languish in the mountain momentum of slow pace or pacing and each would design an outing to impress each other as to the game or identity portrayal, as introduction of themselves.  Crok, a photographer, decided to pack a box lunch of cheeses and wine with croissants and selection of meats and vegetables, with mayonnaise; he also hired a trio, saxophone, guitar, and trumpet ensemble to concert them at a spot on the Animas River a few miles out of town.  It was early evening, just after the redness the sky blazes, as the sun retires to the dark and while the music was rolling on note, the ghost story began!