Solving the Hot Dog Problem

It wasn’t that Vince Kontny was being impolite. He was just busy solving the hot dog problem.

Trend Report: Old Is New

I don’t blame them. The editors. Ski magazine’s Buyers Guide is down to a 98-page weakling. So, they should be forgiven for hyping a bunch of product “trends” as “cutting edge,” when in fact they are either old ideas coming around again or subtle tweaks in proven technologies and materials. At least one “trend” – the one on the parity, finally, of women’s performance boots with men’s models – just made me laugh. It’s the same old “You’ve-come-a-long-way-Baby” sales pitch.

Born to Run

I don’t run the Imogene; I’ve never run the 18 miles up and over from Ouray to Telluride. I don’t run much at all anymore, unless it’s to sprint after a grandchild who is crawling toward the stairs.

But I do remember the feeling, from years past, when limbs and lungs were working just right, and the trail led away into Siren-call hills and it felt as if I could run forever.

Ten Years After

With the “royal wedding” of politics and fashion in Ridgway this past weekend, I kept having this fantasy: What if I were stuck on the gondola with uncle-of-the-bride, George W. Bush? What would I say to the 43^rd president?

Raven Steals the Sun

The first golf ball was not far outside our fence line, within driving distance (or long-iron range), maybe, of the house.

There it sat in the adobe clay, like a shiny white egg. What the . . ? What was a golf ball doing out on this dry sage hillside?