Steamboat Springs resident Barb Shipley found out this winter that Find My iPhone can also be a big help in catching a laptop computer thief.
If it’s springtime in the Rockies, an empty dumpster is a temptation to those who don’t want to bear the extra expense and inconvenience of taking unwanted items to the landfill.
Anybody who has hung around Mount Werner for a few seasons knows what the trail sign really means: “This way to steep lower mountain powder bumps. Best be focused on what you’re doing if you pass this way.”
The late state Sen. Dave Wattenberg engaged in a long-running contest with state Rep. Don Ament to see who could top each other by pulling harmless practical jokes.
Steamboat skier Soren Jespersen records all but a handful of the season's runs with the help of GPS app and Google Earth.
Albert and Minnie Hitchens' flock of hens stopped laying eggs every winter and the family resorted to some unusual means of keeping eggs almost fresh enough to eat through the winter.
Logan Street is the the kind of Steamboat neighborhood where folks are on a first-name basis with their neighbors and don’t expect this kind of sordid crime to take place.
If you learned everything you know about roadrunners from the Warner Brothers cartoon, it may come as a surprise to you that the roadrunner, unlike the oddly ditzy character that exasperated Wile E. Coyote, is loyal to its mate.
Tony Cascio shares a story Ted Cordova used to tell about sleeping with pigs who protected him from snakes.
If ever anyone embodied Steamboat’s claim to being a cowboy ski town, with ties to the days when ranch hands drove cattle to the rail heads, it is probably Ted Cordova, for whom the Ted's Ridge trail is named.
With about 30 girls already honing their ski jumping skills in the Winter Sports Club’s Nordic combined program, it seems inevitable that one of the little girls at play Friday on Howelsen Hill someday will find a special place in Steamboat’s Olympic history.
Don’t blame Spike the Big Red Dragon – in spite of this fire-breathing tendencies, he is a cold-blooded reptile, and Routt County winters have become too much for him to bear.
The best thing about catching a live show at the Chief Theater in downtown Steamboat Springs is that the audience gives its full attention to the music - there’s nobody standing next to you cheerfully shouting about the last epic powder day as if there weren’t a concert going on.
In the last six months or so I’ve received two messages, spaced a couple of weeks apart, from a fellow seeking employment at my dairy farm, not just for himself, but for his spouse as well. But I don't have any cows to milk.
There is no truth to the rumor that there is a retired drug sniffing dog languishing unclaimed at the pound in Steamboat Springs.