For those seeking solitude at RMNP, strapping on a backpack or saddling up a horse is the best bet.
The eastern plains of Colorado are harsh steppes of cactus, short grass and stream-cut badlands of yellow crumbly clay. Here, time is measured in terms of ancient geologic periods.
The beat hipsters, eyeing the ostentatious display of progress, would quickly jump the first freight out of town, that is if they could push their way to the railyards.
With wet Pacific storms continuing to dump snow in the Rocky Mountains, communities and government officials are nervously anticipating a delayed snowmelt which threatens flash floods and brimming reservoirs.
I admired the simple elegance of the sport. A snowboarder gliding in a serpentine pattern down a mountain is a breathtaking demonstration of grace. The beauty of snowboarding is what appealed to me. (And, I admit, the fact that I was a terrible skier and had nothing to lose.)
Both A-Basin and Loveland share the same laid-back ambience. There are no chic condo villages, long lifts lines, high-speed quad lifts, overpriced parking lots or cappuccino carts. Instead, the emphasis is on skiing.
Over 65 years before the opening of DIA, in February 1928, another transportation advance was heralded as the Moffat Tunnel opened. While the 6.2-mile tunnel to many remains merely a footnote in Colorado’s history, its financing and construction was full of shenanigans.
Several valley families report to the local sheriff a 200-yard-long saucer hovering near Antonito, with several helicopters circling nearby.