view to the west
A baseball game in Montrose sends the author back in time.
A long drive with music in the CD changer puts the author under the spell of a particularly troubling artist.
The rock wrens are back at Boulder Rock, building a nest and singing their hearts out.
A hike up Aspen’s Highland Bowl conjures images of George Mallory, ridgewalker.
As always the ski season ends too soon; this time, retreating snow made closing inevitable.
What if there were a police blotter for the micro-community of Colona?
In which the author ponders the special world of mogul skiing and the exceptional bumpers Telluride’s mountain
Firesign Theatre founding member Peter Bergman died last week, leaving the author with a sharp, existential pain.
In which the author, in this third installment, circumnavigates Catalina Island and turns a corner between childhood and what comes next.
In which the author reassesses a life of risk in the uncaring high country.
A drug-induced coming of age on Catalina Island.
Pre-GPS, a crossing to Catalina Island in mid-winter, as a teenager, sparks the author’s memory; or can the memory be trusted?
Medical experts blame “hysteria,” or maybe natural gas wells, for an outbreak of tics in a small New York town.
In which the author admits he still hasn’t fully joined the digital communication revolution.
In the latest case of the FIS out of control, Tina Maze was told that her underwear was too fast.
Caught out in an unexpected storm, the author’s touring party spends a long night of uncertainty.
In which the author recalls an overnight ski tour gone wrong.
Oil and gas leasing causes a firestorm in the North Fork Valley.
In which the author finds the study behind ski racing’s draconian new rules.
No resolutions this New Year’s Eve; instead the author tries to see the world through the glasses of John Lennon and John Fogerty.