Winter begins to niggle. 50 degree days burn through an already below average snowpack. We the people commence peremptory goodbying the Season, even as we trek about in snow shoes,…
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…
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…
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 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…
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…
