After the ‘epic’ amounts of snow up here last season, the locals have been gritchy about this years lack thereof. To placate themselves they remind one another that snow season…
Bootleg Christmas Tree & Hopes for Holiday Future
It was a clear, cold Sunday night when Anne and I took a handsaw out into the Church of Wilderness, offered up thanks, and brought Norman the 4 ft. Christmas…
Fox on the Water
The hub of Breckenridge night life seems to be The Village. I know this because I was nearly involved in 3 collisions and a few Luke Dukes slid across the…
Security -HST (1955)
Security … what does this word mean in relation to life as we know it today? For the most part, it means safety and freedom from worry. It is said…
Reflections: Riding the Bus
As the sun rises, the bus winds southward from Frisco to Breckenridge. The fringe of Dillon Reservoir is consecutive frozen waves of once lapping water. Just beyond the edge of…
A Mountain Stiffy
It seems the entire population of Summit County is creaking and groaning and moaning; riding season has begun. We lumber around, zombie-like, sore bodies bound in layers and hoods. Range…
The Drunk Badger & Leisure Seeking Piranhas
The wind swirled at the top of the Colorado Superchair. A snow tornado wobbled down toward us and I was glad not to be a snowboarder, stuck strapping in as…
Mountains’ Spindrift Mohawks
A few weeks ago we lost most internet and cell phone coverage in the County for half a day. The Gas Station attendant I interviewed suspected it was the Chinese…
A Mad Doctor, Monster Distiller, and the Copper Still
Once upon a time there was a Doctor from Kansas. We’ll call him Jefe. Amoung other things, Jefe liked chemistry, Colorado, and Single Malt Whiskey. He tells the saga of…
Finding Footsteps to Follow
I am 25 years old. I do not believe in Monsters Under the Bed…but I usually get a good leap onto or off my bed. Just in case they have…
