The seeds on this hemp plant are found at a farm in Cañon City that is growing the plants specifically for their seeds, which are high in CBD and low in THC. The full story on hemp can be found in our July print issue. Photo by Mike Rosso.
The Rocky Mountains are scattered with high mountain lakes, and Central Colorado is no exception. One of the best lakes I’ve seen yet lies at about 11,800 feet in elevation just east of Crestone. While the Willow Lake Trail is wildly popular with visitors on weekends, it still makes for a spectacular overnight adventure or a long day hike. Travel the trail on a weekday, and you’ll nearly have the place to yourself.
I first learned of this gem after admiring a painting by Salida artist Joshua Been. He’d just returned from an annual backpacking trip to the area and had captured Willow Lake in an oil painting. I was struck by the lake’s beauty as portrayed in his work and vowed to make the journey later that summer to see it for myself. Read more
I’m hitting my stride.
I’ve always known that I was a whiskey girl. Whiskey. Bourbon. Single-malt Scotch. Maybe a blend if you force my hand. Neat. Always neat. This I know. But my stride has nothing to do with that. No, my stride has more to do with curly tails and round snouts, curious minds and hearty grunts. My stride is pork. I take porking very seriously, as it is my business. More of an art form, really. The art of raising pigs for nourishment. This I am coming to know. Read more
Colorado miners in the 1800s traveled through the mountains to gain access to the rich ores locked in the high cliff faces and streambeds. They used parts of game trails and footpaths already tromped by the Paleo and Ute Native Americans to more naturally access areas that held the ore they sought. But, if ores were found in quantity, they enlarged the routes they used to accommodate pack strings of donkeys and mules, and later wagons, for hauling the ore to mills in the lower valleys.
Schofield Pass was one such route. Part of it was hacked out of a rock face to allow the passage of wagons to haul the silver ore from the town of Schofield in the Sawatch Range. The pass has always held a mystique because a section of the road is literally hanging from the cliff face and is above the wildest part of the roaring, frothing creek below. Huge boulders fill the creek, testament to the wildness it passes through. There are car parts strewn along a few sections of the pass as if to let you know this is no pilgrim route. Read more
The burros were fresh in the cool evening air and, as they often do, sensed a neophyte in my companion, who was also having a bit of an issue adjusting to the altitude. At one point they bolted uphill and I had to simultaneously sprint ahead while literally “climbing” the lead rope hand-over-hand to gain control.
I looked over at my friend. “You know those battle-rope workouts people do in gyms?”