Tag: ouray
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April 27, 2006 08:26 PM EDT --
I was going to dig for old bottles in the dead of winter. There was a good foot of snow on the ground, which itself was frozen down a good eighteen inches. I couldn't wait.
The ground . . .
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March 20, 2008 08:18 PM EDT --
I never knew Hal Hall to utter a word of profanity. Well okay, "crap" once, "hell" twice, but you get the idea. He had me for a son. Such self-control under . . .
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July 18, 2007 09:03 PM EDT --
My brothers and I were browsing around behind the abandoned Red Mountain Lodge, a business our family sold over a quarter century ago. It had gone slowly downhill since then, and now pretty . . .
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December 27, 2005 07:55 PM EST --
I grew up in a town of about 600 people. My dad wrote at least 30 and maybe as many as 80 or 100 letters to the editor. He told me that a long time back the editor of the paper . . .
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August 11, 2006 01:27 PM EDT --
If someone tells you they grew up in Ouray, Colorado there's one surefire way to tell if they're on the up and up.
Draw Mt. Abrams.
An image of Mt. Abrams is burned into the consciousness of . . .
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December 04, 2005 01:01 PM EST --
A while back I received word that former snowplow driver Lloyd Barry had died. I was a friend of his kids and sent his son Dean the following condolences. Lloyd deserves a presence here on . . .
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December 22, 2005 04:44 PM EST --
Janie and I go to a lot of yard sales. I've always wanted to make a living going to yard sales, and I've come close, but never quite close enough.
Oh yeah, there was that time . . .
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January 28, 2006 02:30 PM EST --
People would stop and look over my family's 1970 Toyota Crown station wagon.
"What is it, a Volvo?" No, Volvo wouldn't depart that far from their signature look. . . .
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March 04, 2006 01:48 PM EST --
Throughout the 50s, 60s and 70s Hal and Liane Hall ran the Red Mountain Lodge in Ouray, Colorado. My parents had thousands of guests, hundreds of them return customers. Find one and they'll tell . . .
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November 24, 2006 10:57 PM EST --
A typical wind is dead air where I’m from. We’re used to it. We like it that way. Great for playing frisbee and having late night picnics at camp by candlelight.
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August 10, 2007 09:07 PM EDT --
Cottonwood seeds drifting up valley.
Ash in the slow summer air.
Why do they move me?
Am I not sitting still?
Why do they seem to flow through me,
These August explorers set free?
And what good is . . .
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January 17, 2009 04:08 PM EST --
If you live in the inner city, one thing you probably get to know a lot about is people. Farmers can tell you a whole lot about dirt. If you live by the sea, you probably know whether . . .
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July 24, 2007 10:37 PM EDT --
This is part three in a series about the motel where I was raised. Once a gem of hospitality and labor of love, it is now in its last few years - hopefully last few months - of existence. I . . .
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July 30, 2007 08:58 PM EDT --
This 4th of July, my mom's house was full of children and grandchildren. Janie and I had our usual room, which is really nice, tucked back away from the highway. Out the back door is a . . .
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April 17, 2009 07:17 PM EDT --
A recent copy of the Ouray County Plaindealer arrived at my mailbox, and one of that week's prominent articles announced the community was in the early stages of developing the geothermal springs . . .
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January 02, 2006 11:22 AM EST --
Goodenough Road is a draft chapter of Hall's Wood, a memoir of when I cut firewood in the 1980s. If you like this, please check out the chapter How to Split Wood. I'll post the chapter Three . . .
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August 11, 2006 04:48 PM EDT --
As I scrambled around the mountainside behind my parents' motel in Ouray, Colorado, there would be some great views of the mountains surrounding town, not the least of which was Mount Hayden. . . .
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July 20, 2007 09:12 AM EDT --
This is part two in a series about the motel where I was raised. Once a gem of hospitality and labor of love, it is now in its last few years - hopefully last few months - of existence. I can't . . .
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February 22, 2006 09:33 PM EST --
My mother took me down around the corner to the Elkhorn Motel (we had the Red Mountain Lodge). The two were about a quarter mile apart. Roger was 5; so was I. Proximity. It made . . .
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August 20, 2006 11:03 PM EDT --
On one summer in the early 60s a family visiting Ouray, Colorado lost their dog. Maybe they were from Texas or Minnesota; maybe they just came up from Montrose or Delta to escape the heat down valley. . . .
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