Here Comes the John Denver

You knew it was coming, right? I mean, who writes about Colorado without referencing Denver? He's the epitome of Rocky Mountain platitudes. I was prepared to eschew him altogether, hoping to bring something new to the body of writing about the Rockies. And then I heard Rocky Mountain High again over the weekend, and was... Continue Reading →

Mountain Man

I have always been a country girl. I spent most of my childhood out in the woods, climbing trees, swimming in the pond, riding bikes on the trails behind our house, exploring. In the winter, we went sledding, skated on the pond, built snowmen and forts, had snowball fights. My mother wouldn't really allow us... Continue Reading →

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