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It’s true. Boulder County and its cycling community has gotten under my skin at times. Like the time I drove an SUV on Foothills Parkway, hauling a trailer behind me. Fighting to keep the car on the road while battling the cross winds proved difficult enough. But then when I…
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As I walked out of work, the air felt thick and grainy. Driving down the street, I glanced towards the Flatirons and was flabbergasted. The mountains were gone, buried behind a gray, smoky haze. Instead of the quintessential blue sky day where I could easily spot Longs Peak and Mt….
Continue readingThe lightning flashed in the dark night sky — bursts of light illuminating the Flatiron mountains. We couldn’t tell exactly where the series of thunderstorms were but figured we would encounter them somewhere along Boulder Canyon on our drive home to Nederland. We didn’t have to wait long. Immediately upon entering…
Continue readingOut of the corner of my eye, I see the belly dancers. One has a sword on her head. Or did I just imagine it, because of the crusty mess I have become while running? I keep ahead, focusing on the mass of people ahead of me and the swirl…
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