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.
For those seeking solitude at RMNP, strapping on a backpack or saddling up a horse is the best bet.
The pace of the river produces a low-pitch and constant tension for those unfamiliar with the Jarbidge.
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.
Several valley families report to the local sheriff a 200-yard-long saucer hovering near Antonito, with several helicopters circling nearby.
The controversial wolf-reintroduction program is an historic milestone as wolves were wiped out of the Rocky Mountains earlier this century to protect sheep and cattle. Most environmentalists hailed the program as a step toward restoring a long-lost natural balance.
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.
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.
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.)