In 2004, a wolf was smacked on I-70, the first known native wolf in Colorado in more than 50 years. Now, as we near reintroduction, we have reported cattle loss.
The death of Greg Hobbs causes me to celebrate two sides of this former state justice: his work as a lawyer specializing in water and his heart as a poet of mountains and plains.
Traveling along I-25 toward Santa Fe on the eve of Thanksgiving, we stopped at Las Vegas to refuel. Cathy went inside and returned with a report that was surprising, even shocking: Everyone was wearing a mask. This, we observed during our four days in New Mexico, was...
Mid-November and still the flowers bloom, awaiting the killing frost. It will come, of course, but this warmth verges on eerie. During my midnight walk I wore a thin jacket that, I decided, was more than necessary. On Sunday, in Winter Park, we prowled around the...
I sure know how to show a girl a good time. Cathy and I took off for our Sunday-afternoon drive, heading north from Denver on Interstate 25 until, just short of the Erie exit, I spied a photo I wanted to take of rapidly-rising housing set against the backdrop of the...
In the afternoon sun of North Park, we had paused along the Michigan River for one last interview, the sun glinting off the snow on the Medicine Bow Range in the background. Then we began the three-hour drive to Denver. Darkness caught up with us by Granby and by...
I’ve been there! I know that place! That’s what I exclaimed to myself at midnight Sunday as I read the online version of the New York Times. The story was about Joe Manchin, the U.S. senator from West Virginia who might as well be called King Manchin, given his power...
Something remarkable has happened during the time of covid in Olde Town Arvada, where I live and work. The automobile has been shunted aside. My heart is gladdened.