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Wed
03
Sep
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Housekeeping and taxes

A few housekeeping items.
First, we want to welcome aboard a long-time Ouray County resident and familiar face to many. Peggy Kiniston has joined our team, replacing C.J. Olin as Account Manager.
C.J., who was with us for over three years, recently retired. She and her husband, Randy, plan to galavant around the countryside and do whatever retirees do. Since the concept is foreign to me, I told her I'll have to rely on her stories and pictures. First up for the dynamic duo, a trip to California and on up the Left Coast.
Can't wait for details.
Peggy comes to us after a brief intermission in the newspaper business. Ink has run in her veins since the mid-90s.
We're fortunate to have had C.J. with us for several years, and we're looking forward to working with Peggy, as I'm sure those familiar with her are excited to have her back.

Wed
27
Aug
Wed
27
Aug
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Grandstanding for events

If you haven't signed up to golf in the annual Ridgway Area Chamber of Commerce golf tournament, there's still time. This year's event takes place Sept. 20 at Divide Ranch and Club.
It's a terrific fundraiser for the chamber. In fact, as president of the chamber, I can safely say it's the biggest event of the year for this organization. Aside from the business end of it, it's also a lot of fun.
A certain Ridgway town councilman came into my office a week ago with a mixed bag of clubs he had just picked up at Second Chance Thrift Store. In all, I think I saw two clubs of the same maker. But he has been so excited to play this year — and said he hasn't played in years — that he rushed out to pluck this used "set" so he has time to practice.

Wed
27
Aug
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Feeling a kinship with a blood brother

While driving along the back roads of Ouray County, I sometimes can’t help but feel like I am living in a James Herriot novel. Firstly, there is no doubt in my mind that Ouray County has the same diversity of characters as one of his novels. And secondly, like Herriot, sometimes I have to just stop the truck and get out for a short hike in the sun or to pause at an overlook and enjoy the day.

Wed
06
Aug
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Trying to find the balance between young and old

It was 1984 and I was teaching preschool in Calabasas, California. It was the first day of school and a mother and daughter were having great separation anxiety. Daughter was screaming that she didn’t want to leave Mama and I was trying to tell the mom to leave. And she said to me, “But I love her.” And I told her that was why she had to go. And she did and the child screamed for a while and then settled down.

Wed
16
Jul
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Rob Pudim's weekly opinion

Rob Pudim's weekly opinion.

 

Wed
16
Jul
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Having faith in healing

“To ease another’s heartache is to forget one’s own.”
― Abraham Lincoln

Wed
16
Jul
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Fear, loathing and hiking in the land of lightning

One of the magical things I love about living in the San Juans is the set-your-watch-by-it arrival of the monsoon season. Seldom do thunderstorms fail to crank up sometime in the first week in July — just when June’s glaring sun and single digit humidity begins to wear on heat-intolerant mountain folk. Talk about “afternoon delight,” cool, soothing rain is mood medicine. The downside of our thunderstorms is unpredictable lightning; it can be deadly, especially for those who feel compelled to wade alpine meadows of wildflowers or bag one of our sundry peaks. Last week a group of eight hikers were stuck by lightning in Rocky Mountain National Park, followed a few days later by a couple. Sadly one person died and several were hospitalized in the first group. The lady in the second event narrowly survived; her hiking boots were literally blown off her feet.  

Fri
27
Jun
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Summer discoveries of wildflowers and road trips

June, thank God. Summer has all but burst onto our mountain stage, much to the relief and glee of upstream Crevice dwellers in Lovely Ouray. Yes, long shadows are in retreat, lilac blossoms perfume the air and waterfalls gush headlong from burgundy cliffs in veils of white that’d be the envy of any blushing bride. Ours is a vertical world; the angle of scenic repose in Ouray cricks the necks of flatlanders who, beyond the rare eclipse, never had reason to look up before.
Warmth inches into the high country, eating away at the last vestiges of winters’ dirty white sheets. Blame it on Utah’s windborne red dirt; it seems to soil our snow every spring. Now, a couple feet of snow and June are all that stand between us and a bazillion alpine wildflowers bending in the breeze. As a sum- mertime loving hiker, photographer and ama- teur watercolorist, I’m itching for the upcoming “limited engagement” show.

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