"Horizon," he said.
She blinked. "You read Horizon?"
"The lodge keeps old issues in the lobby. I read whatever's left when the tourists leave their coffee rings and their lipstick on the covers." A pause. He looked almost embarrassed, as if confessing to a minor theft. "There was a piece last spring about the hot springs road near Ouray. The one that follows the river and then forgets to. Sounded like you'd actually walked it. Most of those articles sound like someone drove past and took notes from the window."