In the September issue of
Colorado Central Magazine

High atop the Continental Divide, near Monarch Pass, on the eastern margin of the Upper Gunnison Basin, are the prehistoric remains of an intriguing and innovative hunting method employed by ancient tribes. See the full story in the September print edition of Colorado Central. Photo by Mike Rosso.

A Town Called Trump?

By Jan MacKell Collins

No, no, not that Trump. His Donaldness has not made a visit to our fair state since before his election, back when he was just a paltry billionaire seeking our votes. He might come to Colorado again, but something really catastrophic needs to occur for that to happen – like a bunch of terrible wildfires, or even some horrific flash floods. Maybe then the president might show up, and even express a little sympathy. Maybe.

Anyway, I digress. The Trump in this case was actually a family-oriented post office community that once existed right here in Park County, in southwestern South Park. Don’t worry; there is no evidence even remotely suggesting that Donald’s grandpa ran a boardinghouse for shapely young ladies here. That was relegated to the Pacific Northwest, and as far as we know, none of Trump’s ancestors pioneered in Colorado. The place was simply known as Trump, although a few people wish there was more to it than that. Read more

 

Q&A with Erin Kelley

Salida resident Erin Kelley is running for Colorado House District 60, a seat held by Rep. Jim Wilson since 2013. The District encompasses Chaffee, Park, Fremont and Custer Counties. She represents just one of the many younger women nationwide who have decided to run for office in 2018.

Kelley is currently the secretary/treasurer for the South Arkansas Fire Protection District and Public Information Officer for the Salida Fire Department.

CC: What prompted you to toss your hat into the ring for HD60?

EK: I think when you decide to run there are many reasons. I’ve always been very interested in national, state-level and local politics. I worked in the Florida legislature for six years and have been very involved in the party since I moved back to Colorado and I had an interesting situation at Salida city council where I spoke about all the turnover we were having at city hall and how much money we were wasting hiring people, paying severance and the loss of institutional knowledge, and how much more that was wasting. And the next meeting I attended, my ward representative harassed me in the parking lot and I became tired of the bullies running the show. I think that instead of people who only care about their egos, we need representatives who care about people, good policies and working together. I think we would all benefit. Read more

 

Stupid Hike

By Jane Provorse

It’s fall and ’tis the season for stupid hikes. Now, I’m not referring to those glorious treks beneath yellow-dappled aspens and china-blue skies. I’m talking about the other kind; the not-so-pretty, dumber kind.

Stupid hike definition: “A misguided walk that ends up pointless and offers little, if any, reward for the effort.” You might think I just made that up, but I didn’t. My kids did.

Our family of five went camping in Glacier National Park several years ago. My husband, Festus, (not his real name) suggested a hike to the top of a hill. It was hot, buggy and the way up required bushwhacking, his specialty. At his urging, we commenced to claw our way up the embankment through stickers and branches. Finally, we emerged into – more stickers and branches. You get the idea. The kids were itchy, tired and not happy. “Another one of your stupid hikes!” my son said to his father, and the name stuck.

You’d think we would have learned our lesson after that, but we are not that smart. Last fall, Festus and I decided to hike in the magnificent foliage to Pass Lake near Salida. After driving down the dusty, rutted road, we reached the trailhead. Since it was a warm October day, I wore a T-shirt and long pants and Festus had on shorts. Oh yeah, and I had forgotten my hiking boots so I wore flip-flops. So who’s perfect?

The two of us proceeded up the four-mile trail, determined to view the lake at the end. As is common in the mountains, the weather decided to become like a small child and suddenly throw a tantrum. The wind began to howl and we passed through a low cloud which dumped little white pellets on our heads. We stopped to put on our coats and hats, implausibly optimistic that the sun would soon shine again. But the bad weather-child had other ideas. Read more