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As with overbearing mother-in-laws who overstay their welcome, winter extended its stay in Lovely Ouray till almost summer, and I believe...

Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure... than to rank with those poor spirit...

“As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods. They kill us for sport.”  King Lear,  William Shakespeare .

Picking up from the last post, Bobbie and I were studying the precipitous, sun-cupped slab of frozen snow that stood like a raised draw...

It's easy to say I'm not cursed, that I am blessed: lucky in just having the chance to come...steal a moment in such a high place...

You see it from afar, sandwiched mightily in a noticeable gap, a snowcapped pyramid as magical and powerful those found along River ...

"Probably the thing that bothered me most...was not the fear of dying, but the fear of getting old and realizing I'd let doubt a...