Bargain Basement On High Hills

Before the start of last week’s auction that would deliver the Powderhorn ski area to the highest bidder, I asked one of the bid assistants why an auction? The whole idea seemed desperate to me – you know: “auctioned on the courthouse steps for some family shame” kind of thing.

Hunt or Be Hunted

 

I know which way a mind wended this morning, what horizon it faced, by the setting of these tracks . . .

– Henry David Thoreau

 

Last week on a long, slow chairlift ride at Powderhorn my eye fixed on a meandering set of animal tracks.