I live in western Colorado, which is “Trump Country.” My community — which overwhelmingly voted for Trump by a 3:1 ratio — strongly resembles many of the other rural, working-class, predominantly-white communities that carried President Donald Trump to Pennsylvania Avenue in 2016.

We spend a lot of time in this community, and I don’t suppose this is a characteristic all that unique to the Gunnison Valley, talking about things that we don’t like or don’t want.

For the past week, and for the first time in my 23-year “working” career in Gunnison, I pumped the brakes on the bicycle and joined the masses of car commuters.

Driving into Lake City last Saturday afternoon looked apocalyptic. We didn’t know the Durango-area “416 Fire” had blown up that day and that the winds had pushed the fallout from the inferno up and over the Continental Divide and right down into the Upper Lake Fork Valley.

In recent years, the occasional rumor has cropped up that Crested Butte Mountain Resort (CBMR) was on the verge of selling to a deep-pocketed investor or large resort operator. From all appearances, that will finally occur.

Last week Kirsten and I slipped out of Gunnison for a night, travelling to Denver to see Paul Simon in concert at Fiddler’s Green. I was blown away.

My brain has been connecting a lot of dots from an amazing kickoff to the summer season. I write this sitting at the base of what we call “W” or Tenderfoot Mountain.

The coming summer typically finds me rushing to complete as many home-improvement projects as possible — for fear that if I don’t get the deck staining done or windows re-caulked before June 1, then I’ll never find time to enjoy Gunnison’s relatively few days of warmish weather before the cold se

A few weeks ago longtime local resident and dreamer Edwin Foster expressed an opinion in these pages that many people likely brushed off as laughably impossible. He thinks the valley needs a tram running up Crested Butte Mountain.

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