The Eagle and the Cranes

Balmy weather drew me up the hill behind the house one recent afternoon. The adobe clay was dry and loose underfoot and the air so still I could hear flocks of sandhill cranes coming from several miles down the valley.

Giving Thanks, With Reservations

I’m thankful for the way the election turned out. Not all the races, certainly, but for sure the big one, President Obama’s re-election. As New Yorker editor David Remnick wrote, it is OK, recommended even, to sigh a huge sigh, to let the shoulders drop, breathe, relax . . .

Aspen Is Telluride on Steroids

Well, the KOTO Ski Swap worked its weather magic again.

Sucking the air out of America

Saturday was my last day canvassing for President Obama in Montrose. Sunday is the beginning of my workweek, and even if I had been available during the last two days before the election, I don’t know if I’d have had the psychic energy to get out there again.

The Education of a Ski Instructor, Part Four

Hard to believe these days – and maybe even harder to believe in the free-love years of the early 1970s – but our secret affair, mine and E.’s at Keystone, was platonic, right up until the day she drove east near the end of that winter.