Renny Engbring, Sara Friedberg, Alicia DuPont, Keaton McCargo Before leaving for Peru, we became interested in studying the importance of clean water in different communities. We gathered shots and interviews from people and places around Telluride. Next, we began researching the water quality of...
By Claire Ricks and Marina Marlens “Nutrition” This video is to show the important role nutrition plays among the world in developing children. Using Peru to focus in on as a small fraction of this issue, we hope to put the spotlight on the massive...
After a somber morning service at the 16th Street Baptist Church, the place where four little girls died in a bombing in 1963, we have just stepped out of the Civil Rights Institute and into its sculpture garden. One of the sculptures depicts a girl who struggles to free herself from the jaws of a police dog. The dog holds onto her tightly, gripping the hem of her dress.
For the first time in a while, the group is silent. The girl speaks to them. She is not much older that any of them, perhaps even younger, and yet she risks her life for freedom. This has been a revelation for everyone as we learn more about the protest movements of the 60’s—learning about the children’s efforts in Birmingham and elsewhere. Across the South, children went to jail and risked their lives in order to draw attention towards the hatred and mistreatment of blacks. 
Drew Ludwig, Valley Floor #1
Contest Dates: May 19 – July 15, 2011
Exhibition: July 30 – August 28, 2011
Location: Ah Haa School Depot Gallery, Telluride, Colorado
The Telluride Institute is proud to announce the Atlas of the San Miguel Photo Competition, a first annual juried photo exhibition celebrating the San Miguel River Watershed. Amateur and professional photographers of all ages are encouraged to submit photographically generated works of art celebrating life in the watershed—in all of its many forms.
The photo competition is part of a larger exhibition at the Ah Haa School in August. The exhibition is divided into two components--an Invitational Exhibition featuring both local and nationally known artists and the Photo Exhibition featuring photos of the watershed.
Chasing up a campsite on a Friday night in Moab, Utah, however, can be trickier than winning an evening plane flight with a young Robert Redford over Africa. Everyone wants in (or maybe that’s just me with that metaphor?)—Regardless, everyone wants in, and not everyone can have in.
Utah residents have a joke about this Colorado infiltration that my husband, Andy, likes to tell everyone until they're nauseated: “You know how you know it’s spring in the desert? The license plates turn green.”
Because of this Moab chaos, Andy and I have started heading south of Moab to camp out with our girls. On our most recent trip, we went back right back to a spot we’ve been to before: Indian Creek.
By Rob Schultheis
(Rob Schultheis is the author of six books, including "The Hidden West" and "Fool's Gold," the latter about the changing face of his home town, Telluride, Colorado.
Since 1984, Rob has covered the wars in Afghanistan for Time magazine and other periodicals, also freelancing as cameraman for the networks. Over the years, he has written for "The Washington Post," "National Geographic Magazine," and "Outside" magazine. Rob is also an accomplished painter. A show of his images (along with work by his wife Nancy Craft) will be on display this summer at Telluride's Ah Haa School for the Arts. Telluride Inside... and Out is delighted to welcome Rob, a close friend and professional colleague, to our pages.
His poem is a cry of despair for a world that is now limping around, looking back at us all reproachfully for forgetting to remember. But it is also a love song for his friend. And in that love there is hope.)
The story behind my poem:
by J James McTigue
What is Boggy Draw?
It sounds like a place Kermit the Frog lives. And, perhaps he does; but we didn’t find him. We did find ponds with leeches, horny toads, miles of mellow single track, and a few cacti stuck in the sole of our shoe.
We also didn’t find facilities. You have to bring your own water, pack out your trash and for the other: dig a hole; hold it; or pack it out.
Boggy Draw is essentially an open park of San Juan National Forest, situated about four miles above Dolores. The development is minimal: a trailhead, single-track and a dirt road to access sheltered alcoves among the Ponderosa pines -- stellar for car camping.
kicker: "Blues on the Rails" launches June 4
The name "Steve Gumble" rhymes with innovation.
Gumble's first party trick was to parlay the ownership of a liquor store into a world class festival: now in its 18th year, Telluride Blues & Brews is more robust than ever. Acts this year range from Willie Nelson (yes, the iconic country star also has a blues history), to The Flaming Lips, Big Head Todd and the Monster, Dweezil Zappa, Mavis Staples, Yo Mama's Big Fat Booty Band, and more.
Can you top that? Yes, Gumble has managed to pull another rabbit out of his hat – a big steel rabbit: The Telluride Blues & Brews Festival and The Durango & Silverton Narrow Gauge Railroad have joined forces to present the brand new Durango Blues Train. The inaugural ride for "Blues on the Rails" takes place June 4, 2011.
Ski The Himalayas 2 is now available on Comcast Xfinity VOD and Dish Network Pay per View. The 80 Minute documentary chronicles a team's adventurous ascent and ski descent of a Himalayan peak in the Annapurna region of Nepal.Aspiring Himalayan skiers Ben Clark and Jon...
by Jon Lovekin
(Editor's note: One of the pleasures in publishing Telluride Inside... and Out is getting to know new [to us] writers. Susan and I independently ran across Jon Lovekin on Twitter. She took the next step, checked out his writing, liked what she saw and asked if he would be interested in contributing to TIO. Herewith, another article from Jon.)
Clouds built over the plains as they always do each day this time of year. The wind blew soft and hot keeping the gnats at bay. Mud was deep around the building we were working on after the record setting 6 inch rain over the weekend. The sun burned deep into the skin and I thought of that boy working on that ranch 29 years ago and only 30 miles away. I had thought of the Rancher now that I worked in La Junta again and looked up his name in the phone book.
I didn’t recognize him at first when I pulled up to the address in Fowler where the phone book said he lived. There was an old man in a jump suit sitting in a porch swing connected to an oxygen tank who was staring at me as I looked again at the house number. I got out, strode around the truck and said, “Hello, does Ken live here?”
“He used to” replied the man who I knew instantly was him.
