view to the west
A trip to Telluride’s big-sister ski town brings some things into focus.
The campaign season is over, for now. Thank goodness.
In which the author readies, with trepidation, for his Stage 1 exam.
In which carving, skidding and black currant syrup inform the author’s journey to skiing competence, and love.
In which the authors learns that the perfect turn is not the point.
The past becomes the present when a Sixties band plays Ouray.
In which the word “apprentice” sends the author down a career path, and into the arms of love.
Cups is closing its doors at the end of September. But owner Jeanne Robertson is not going far.
Olympic patriotism runs deep in a boy’s Cold War mindset.
Movement is a kind of meditation, though it may not qualify for a seat at the Telluride Compassion Festival.
As the drama of the Tour de France plays out, author/cyclist Peter Shelton wins a Walter Mitty stage in the Tour d’Ouray.
In which a youthful rebellion leads to a falling out with the Trailfinders’ patriarchal founder.
Why do we end up where we do? For the author, a trip to Yosemite as a teenager played a significant role.
Trailfinders Camp, and its rigid founder, played an unexpected roll in the author’s fate.
In which the author’s curious, very smart, cousins come to visit.
The Lunar Cup has a long history of craziness, but in its heyday it was also a serious professional ski race.
Go to bed. Tomorrow is another day.
Mountinfilm’s symposium on population brought artists and scientists together on growth, energy, women’s rights . . . and music.
In which the author delivers the commencement address at Colona University.
A daughter’s move to Bishop has the author thinking back to early California.