Peter Shelton

Fear the Duck

Posted in How the West was Lost, Life in Central Oregon by pshelton on October 7, 2015

How small the gap between the sublime and the ridiculous.

Ellen and I went to the Oregon coast for a quick overnight on her birthday. (more…)

The Airplane View

Posted in How the West was Lost, Personal History by pshelton on September 20, 2015

You can’t go home again. But I was going home to southern California to help my mother following her total knee replacement, an elective trauma none of her children was sure she should undertake at 90. She had made up her mind, though, and she’d made it through surgery and was about to return to her own home. I’d carved two weeks out of my calendar and prepared for a stint as Nurse Peter. (more…)

The Cowboy and the Mountain Biker

Posted in How the West was Lost, More Sport, Watch columns by pshelton on July 5, 2013

I was riding the double-track alongside the South Canal, just north of Kinikin Road, when a man ran out of his home and yelled something at the top of his voice. (more…)

The Dogs of Nucla

Posted in Animal Dreams, How the West was Lost, Watch columns by pshelton on May 30, 2013

Twenty-one years ago, the microscopic town of Nucla (population 711), at the west end of Montrose County, garnered national attention for its Top Dog World Championship Prairie Dog Shoot. (more…)

New Kids on the Block, Part 2

Posted in How the West was Lost, Personal History, Watch columns by pshelton on March 1, 2013

The town won its case against Don Nordlander and his mining equipment across the street from us on South Cora. We didn’t have to testify. (more…)

Solving the Hot Dog Problem

Posted in How the West was Lost, Watch columns by pshelton on September 29, 2011

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

Hidden High Grade

Posted in How the West was Lost, Road Trips West, Watch columns by pshelton on June 21, 2011

In the compressor house next door to the mine portal they gave us yellow hard hats and waterproof rain jackets. Then we climbed aboard the trammer and straddled its hard metal bench. A tour guide who calls himself Rock Chip swung up on the engine, and the trammer clanked and jerked into the tunnel. The light of the outside world, the warm summer sunlight of Ouray, quickly shrank to a silver dollar behind us, then vanished altogether. (more…)

A Bear Creek Chess Game

Posted in How the West was Lost, Ski history, Watch columns by pshelton on December 24, 2010

OK, let us review.

A year ago, the setup seemed, to a casual observer, pretty simple. The Telluride Ski and Golf Company introduced the idea of expanding the ski area into upper Bear Creek. The resort operator needed to update its master plan with the U.S. Forest Service anyway and began a process which included surveying local skiers on how they imagined their ski area of the future. Telski had already gained USFS permission to do snow and avalanche studies off the back side of Gold Hill and had secured a Forest Service permit to guide skiers into the terrain in question.

Telski CEO Dave Riley assumed an ostensibly neutral position on expansion; he was just asking for input. Though it was also perhaps clear from Riley’s enthusiastic spearheading of a new, Euro-style off-piste persona for Telluride – including the opening of steep terrain within the existing boundaries and new exit gates into public lands beyond – that his heart’s desire, most likely, was an expansion into the alpine cirques of upper Bear Creek. (more…)

Colorado Water: Waiting for the Call

Posted in How the West was Lost, Watch columns by pshelton on October 15, 2010

When it comes to water, there are three kinds of people.

The first kind turn on the faucet and think nothing of it. Hose down the driveway. Soak the lawn. Have too much fun in the shower. (more…)

An old man rewrote my Wiki page

Posted in How the West was Lost, Watch columns by pshelton on July 22, 2010

I, Scott McInnis, have been accused recently of going in and altering my Wikipedia profile. This is a non-issue. If I weren’t running for Governor of Colorado, nobody would have even noticed. I mean, nobody would have even bothered to look and thought that they saw some things that, you know, might not have been actually original thinking. (more…)