I’m not a religious man, but I’ve long considered the woods my church. It’s where I go to worship nature, contemplate troubles, remember those lost and work on becoming a better person.

Everything was in place for the ending you are supposed to dream of. Except dreams don’t always come true.

Editor:

To the friends of the Pitt family. Many of you who know Tyler, Casey, Brody and Jackson may have heard their devastating news. For those of you who have not, Tyler and Casey thought that they were dealing with a stomach/GI issue with which 6-year-old Brody had been diagnosed.

Spencer, my 15-year-old son, and I recently took our written driver’s test together. I went first and I failed. Learning from my mistakes, he passed.

“News matters.”

If there was any doubt of that fact in the minds of Denver Post readers this past Sunday, an entire Perspective section capped with the aforementioned headline — a shot across the bow of the newspaper’s owner — likely laid it to rest.

My wife, Jane, and I own the Devil’s Spring Ranch in New Mexico’s San Juan Basin — one of the most active areas for natural gas production in the country.

It’s no secret that the more onerous land-use regulations become, the less likely owners are to develop their property — regardless of how greatly a potential project serves the public good, bolsters the economy or benefits community character.

Tomorrow at midnight, I will stand alongside 464 skiers preparing to make the 40-mile, middle-of-the-night trek, complete with 6,800 vertical feet of climbing, from Crested Butte to Aspen as part of the 21st Grand Traverse.

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