Columns & Opinions

To fireworks, friends and farewells

I’m writing this on the morning of July 3. Most of you won’t read it until the mail delivers your newspaper July 5, or later. So by then my prediction may have been proven terribly wrong, but I’m going to make it anyway.

Without Mexico, where would we be?

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.

No need to whine, just look around

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 electrifying experience, call GCEA

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.

Letters forum not taken lightly

Newspaper people are notoriously poor at helping readers understand how and why we do what we do.

Learning to live with wildfire

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.

New player won’t change CB’s soul

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.

Shocks to the system

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.

Connecting the dots over Memorial Day

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.

Shaped by the labor of small business

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