Peter Shelton

Born to Run

Posted in Animal Dreams, At the Movies, Watch columns by pshelton on September 15, 2011

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. (more…)


A Kind of Madness

Posted in Uncategorized, Watch columns by pshelton on August 18, 2011

I maybe should have turned around when I got to the place where the spruce blowdown crisscrossed the trail like a giant’s pickup sticks. (more…)