Remember that old anti-litter commercial? The one where the noble Native American looks out on a trash-strewn landscape with a lone tear in his eye. That's how I feel driving down Rabbit Ears looking at the condo-clogged catastrophe that is the new Steamboat, or should I call it Vail II.
When I moved to Fort Collins six years ago, after seven beautiful years in the 'Boat, I knew someday I would return to make a life in the town I loved. Little did I know that town would be destroyed.
I don't blame the developers and real estate agents. These people circle over any piece of undeveloped land, seeing nothing but money. This is their nature.
No, I blame you locals. You powder-skiing, river-rafting, mountain-biking locals who were just too busy enjoying this paradise to protect it. Quick to go to a happy hour at Slopeside but loathe to attend a city council meeting.
This is no longer a real town with real people, it's just another overdeveloped eyesore. A monument not to the greed of developers and second-home owners, but to the apathy of the locals who claimed to love it. Steamboat Springs is dead.