January 1, 2008
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I thought Cutthroat Trout was a great name for a fantasy football team. It sounds vicious and earth-friendly at the same time. Environmentalists can’t object, and no one calls a cutthroat a wussie. Imagine all of the team merchandise I could sell with a logo of an angry fish on it. The cutthroat headgear should sell dozens of units.
There was a time when I thought gathering firewood was a grand adventure. I actually looked forward to stuffing a U.S. Forest Service permit in the glove box of Grateful Red and tossing a Homelite chainsaw, gas can, splitting maul, shovel and a gallon of water in the back of the pickup.
What a strange year 2010 has turned out to be. All the trappings of a flourishing mountain resort town are in place in Steamboat Springs during the last summer of the first decade of the 21st century.
Jackie Sherrill’s $287,000 contract inspired outrage in 1982
As if there were ever any doubt, we learned this week that college football is all about the money. It's been 28 years since my father expressed public outrage about the salaries of college football coaches in a 1982.
As this Memorial Day weekend brought out the warm weather and as the Yampa River is on top of everyone's mind after another Yampa River Festival, it's important to remember that the river still can be very dangerous during this time of year.
New pictorial history of Hayden packed with anecdotes
Remember the good old days when Hayden had its own all-woman Ukulele Glee Club? No? During the 1920s, they used to ride around town in the back of an REO Eagle Beak touring car, entertaining the community.
Buchanan authors kid-friendly approach to outdoor adventure
Steamboat-based editor of Paddling Life magazine, Eugene Buchanan, and his wife, Denise, have been through it all with their two daughters. This month, Eugene came out with a book on the subject of introducing kids to a life in the outdoors: “Outdoor Parents, Outdoor Kids.”
If Colorado had its way, I-70 would have traced U.S. 40 to Provo
Have you ever contemplated how different life in Routt County would be today if Interstate 70 blazed its way through the Yampa Valley instead of following the Eagle and Colorado rivers to Grand Junction?
Let’s make sure we do our best to keep it that way
I caught a sufficient number of trout Sunday to feed my little neighborhood. But we ate a standing rib roast for Easter dinner instead. Beef, it’s what’s for dinner. Trout from the Yampa? Not so much.
I resurfaced from a half-dream state at about 11 p.m. Sunday night and realized my mind had been swirling with images from the amazing Discovery Channel documentary “Life,” which I’d been watching earlier in the evening. In my dream, an owl was calling every minute or so. And then I heard it again. “Whooo-doo. Who.”
If you awoke this morning with a vague recollection of a nightmare, the one where the cleaning crew stuffed your NCAA Tournament brackets in the diagonal shredder, fear not — a majority of college basketball fans shared the same bad dream Friday morning.
Here’s a question for you: How many suburban guys does it take to shop at a Steamboat grocery store and purchase the ingredients necessary to make a spaghetti dinner? The answer is five.
“We could totally crash this wedding,” I exclaimed to my wife Saturday night. I had to raise my voice to be heard above the din of a happy hour cocktail party in the Hotel Monaco. And I may have spoken too loudly, because we immediately attracted the attention of three women in their 40s.
I had a pretty clear sense before Thursday’s Olympic gold-medal performance that Billy Demong was a class act. But I wasn’t prepared for the extemporaneous remarks Demong made to reporters in a news conference after the event. Demong talked about a camp more than a decade ago when he received some motivation from former US coach Bard Elden, of Norway.
I can’t be the only guy in the universe to ever accidentally walk into the women’s restroom at work. But I might be the only guy to escape the ladies’ facilities undetected and then write about it in the newspaper.
My stomach was in a knot, and I was shouting loudly at my computer screen Sunday afternoon as Johnny Spillane, Todd Lodwick and Billy Demong sprinted toward the finish line in Whistler, British Columbia. It was a strange mixture of elation and frustration that I experienced.
As difficult as it was to get up from the couch Sunday to reheat a plate of nachos during a spectacular Super Bowl between New Orleans and Indianapolis, it was even more difficult to turn our backs on the flat panel during the commercial breaks.
I was sliced by a bread knife worthy of King Arthur
Within the span of 10 days, I’ve had run-ins with a giant bread knife and an exploding wine glass, both mishaps resulting in bloody wounds to the digits of my right hand. Have you ever noticed that when you get your first cut in a long time, similar wounds are sure to follow?
I skied just like Johnny Spillane on Saturday. Maybe a little slower. Spillane and his teammates Billy Demong and Todd Lodwick competed a 10-kilometer cross-country ski race to wrap up a World Cup Nordic Combined competition in Chaux-Neuve (pronounced Show-Nuff), France, on Saturday.
After more than 30 years of savoring and enduring winters from her ridge-top home overlooking Seedhouse Road, Christie Kinney, 89, has reluctantly surrendered her snow shovel. Kinney is going to spend the winter in Grand Junction.
We’ll do Skype for Christmas, you can count on us. There comes a time in the lives of empty-nesters when they find themselves huddled around the wassail bowl, slurping mugs of spiced punch and stuffing stockings for each other, but not for their offspring.
I’m anything but a serious stamp collector. I’m no philatelist. But I rediscovered a glimpse of Winter Olympic history this week when I picked up my childhood stamp album and stumbled on a set of five Hungarian commemoratives.
Author with local roots a new generational view of city
Dori Duckels DeCamillis, a 1981 Steamboat Springs High School graduate, has published “My Steamboat, a Ski Town Childhood,” which describes what her Steamboat was like on the social chart between ranch folk and town folk in the 1960s and ’70s.
I tanked as an Elvis impersonator in front of 110 of my colleagues and their significant others Sunday, and I know people never will regard me in quite the same way again.
Site helps you find reads like Stegner’s Powell biography
I haven’t logged any face time on Facebook yet, but I blog at least three times a week and I tweet like a neo-tropical songbird. Beginning today, I also read good. I now have a profile on a social networking site for bookworms called Goodreads.
Weddings of the rich and brilliant in the Sunday Times
Feeling a little full of yourself? Would it do you good to be knocked down a peg? I have the fix you seek. Never have I been so fascinated in the midst of suffering from a sudden onset of inferiority complex as when I settled in with the New York Times Wedding/Celebrations section during the weekend.
Northwest Colorado is blessed with a wealth of serious books about local history. And there is a brand-new volume that will quickly earn a place in your personal library. It will help you see Steamboat Springs the way the pioneers did. Literally.
Alaskan hunter sights a 7-foot-tall bear in Zirkel Wilderness
Whether it was an unusually large black bear that approached the camp in the Mount Zirkel Wilderness or something more fearsome, it was enough to put the fear into a hunter from Alaska. You and I would be frightened, too, if we encountered a bear as tall as Shaquille O'Neal.
What we can learn from a post-tornado revival
What would you do if Steamboat Springs was wiped out tomorrow by a rogue tornado? Would you bolt town for flatter ground, or would you stick around to build a new city from scratch on the big bend in the Yampa River?
Just get yourself a guitar and learn to play real music
Welcome to the age of the "Guitar Zero." You may fool yourself into thinking you're playing "Stairway to Heaven" on your PlayStation 3, but it's only a half step above air guitar.
News flash! Lincoln Avenue and Steamboat Springs undergo an unprecedented building boom. But it's not what you think. I'm talking about the building boom of 1909. That was the year the Moffat Railroad finally pulled into Steamboat.
You get a curious feeling while touring the home of a former colleague and pawing through the family possessions looking for something to purchase. I walked away from the home Friday with a beautifully illustrated 19th-century book.
The sun finally made an appearance in the skies above the Yampa Valley on Friday, reminding Steamboaters that under Colorado law, they have the inalienable right to dry. Ever since House Bill 1270 went into effect Aug. 6, 2008, Coloradans have had the right to throw up a clothesline and conserve energy by hanging their tighty whities in the breeze.
When I show up at a community picnic or a business luncheon, I typically push myself outside my comfort zone and sit down next to someone I don't recognize.
The stories of remarkable lives are waiting to be rediscovered
Editor's note: Tom Ross is off for the Memorial Day holiday. This column originally was published in May 2003.
Sunset magazine highlights Big Creek Lakes in Routt Forest
The word is out about a quiet corner of the Routt National Forest that many people have never set eyes on. The May issue of Sunset magazine touts Big Creek Lakes in the Routt National Forest as one of the best campgrounds in Colorado.
I hit the couch within two minutes of returning home Saturday afternoon, my muscles protesting after the exertion of breaking trail into the secret telemark stash on Rabbit Ears Pass.
Harley Davidson rejects the recession, why can't we?
Have you ever stopped to wonder how our approach to coping with the recession in Steamboat Springs might change if all our elected public officials rode Harleys?
The key to mud season mental health management can be as simple as perfecting the manufacture of your own endorphins. I binged on crust skiing and cycling during the weekend, and the result was mild euphoria.
I'm not done with winter. Are you? The weather outside is sizzling, but I'm not done playing in the snow this season. Our sibling publication, the Craig Daily Press ran a bold front page headline Thursday (actually a quote) that read "Winter is gone now."
Can you distinguish between world champion skiers Lindsey Vonn and Lindsey Van? If you consider yourself a follower of the U.S. Ski Team, it's high time you got the two women sorted out.
Todd Lodwick, the man whose resume tells us he is the greatest Steamboat skier of all time, finally got the abominable snowman off his back in Liberec, Czech Republic, on Friday.
Haven't left Steamboat since October? Time to get out of Dodge
You know you've spent too many consecutive days in the 'Boat when you find yourself walking down Sherman Street in downtown Denver and craning your neck upward to gawk at the really, really tall bank buildings.
Steelers, Cardinals play before, after Springsteen concert
I'm really looking forward to Sunday's nationally televised Bruce Springsteen concert. I might even catch a little of the football scrimmage that's being played before and after the performance.
The unfamiliar figure appeared at my left shoulder Friday while I was sitting at my desk in the newsroom and contemplating the fact that I never, ever experience writer's block.
When newly sworn-in President Barack Obama greets guests at his various inaugural balls beginning this weekend and continuing through Tuesday night, he shouldn't have to suffer the embarrassment President Ulysses S. Grant did at his inauguration March 4, 1873. That was the inaugural gala when the canaries froze in their cages.
Why couldn't Steamboat Springs have a mayor like Oscar B. Goodman, of Las Vegas?
Howelsen, Rabbit Ears offer alternatives
I don't know how you spent Saturday afternoon, but I was pretty busy shedding my skins. And then putting them right back on again.
Holiday trip from Maine to Steamboat stretches over 81 hours
Santa arrived at our front door at 1:10 a.m. Dec. 25, and he looked a lot like Randy Hurley. Come to think of it, Santa Hurley's sleigh looked a lot like a big Alpine taxi.
Cougar alarms telemark skier on Sitz
If I get my wish this Christmas, Santa will leave a pair of climbing skins for my telemark skis under the tree. However, I've already promised Mrs. Claus that I won't play with mountain lions when I go out skinning.
Walt Webber family took Christmas door to door
As Steamboat kicks off a new holiday tradition tonight with Merry Mainstreet and the good folks in Hayden look forward to the tradition of the Roving Christmas Tree, it's good to be reminded that in a more innocent time, Steamboat youngsters looked forward every Christmas Eve to the popcorn balls that Santa Claus delivered to their doors.
Here's wishing a blue Christmas to ye and all your kin
I tanked as an Elvis impersonator in front of 110 of my colleagues and their significant others Sunday, and I know that people will never regard me in quite the same way again.
Steamboat Springs saw just one building permit issued for a single-family home in October, but permits for alterations and additions hit double digits.
Early settlers used skis for work, rarely for play
Winter appears to have settled in for good, and some of you who are new to the Yampa Valley may be wondering what you have gotten yourselves into.
Steamboat artist captures special powder moment
Steamboat artist Tinker Tiffany and I have never met. However, she just helped me reconnect with an amazing wildlife encounter that took place almost 30 years ago.
I accomplished the impossible Saturday night and dressed inappropriately for the 10th annual Backcountry Ball.
President-elect Barack Obama and I are on opposite sides of the stadium when it comes to Division I football playoffs.
The house that Ruth built is an abandoned relic. Boo hoo. Someone pass me a hankie.
A great deal can change during the course of seven years in a mountain town, whether it's Steamboat Springs or Pinedale, Wyo.
'Hot, Flat and Crowded' offers more than candidates have so far
After surviving the two grandiose pep rallies that comprised the national political conventions, my faith that the two campaigns and the TV networks can stage meaningful candidate debates has been shaken.
Feel-good freebies make garage sale worthwhile
The first customer to arrive at my garage sale on Saturday rolled up in a skid steer loader, more commonly known by the familiar trade name of Bobcat.
Carlin deplored euphemisms
Even in death, comedian George Carlin resides in a little pad on my desk in the newsroom.
The pilgrims come from all across North America and even Europe to a quiet dead-end street in Old Town Steamboat Springs. They are all strangers but welcome in the home of Jan and Vic Serafy overlooking the rushing snowmelt of Soda Creek. The pilgrims come for the thrill of spotting a songbird that has no business in Colorado.
If there's anything sacred in Ski Town USA, it's the all-time record for the most snowfall in one season.
Steamboat skiers, riders enjoy mounds of snow
If you're on your way up to the ski hill this morning, you might swing by Old Town Hot Springs and see if they'll loan you a pair of those nose clips that synchronized swimmers can't seem to do without.
Join me as I give up fudge, pizza and cheese logs (for now)
As the winner of the 1971 Elm Drive B pizza-eating contest, this is a difficult confession for me to make. However, the sad truth is that I've been living on the plus side of the Mendoza Line ever since Thanksgiving. I'm wearing khakis with a hidden elastic waistband under the belt loops.
Travelers stranded by Silverthorne blizzard forced to improvise
Sunday evening was every bit a three-dog night, and I had only one warm dog. Fortunately, I had two sleeping bags and one very warm wife in the back of my SUV.