Peter Shelton

A View from the Hill

Posted in How the West was Lost, Watch columns by pshelton on June 17, 2010

I’m walking up the hill behind our house. Colona Hill some people call it. Or Colona Mountain. Though that may be too exalted a word for a remnant shale knob 7,100 feet above sea level in plain view of the saw-tooth Cimarron Ridge and the still-snowy San Juans to the south. (more…)

Say Goodnight, Gracie

Posted in How the West was Lost, Watch columns by pshelton on November 4, 2009

In mid-summer I got a call from a friend of Grace Herndon’s inviting Ellen and me to Grace’s 85th birthday party up at Miramonte Reservoir. I told her I was sorry, we were going to be away, and she said maybe in that case I ought to give Gracie a call soon, because they were thinking she was pretty frail and might not last much longer.

Turned out she refused to die for another three months. (more…)