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[click "Play", Emily Shoff interviews her husband, Andy]     Excerpt from 2003…. Wandering the streets of Birmingham, Alabama with Telluride Mountain School’s students, it’s difficult to put a single word on all that I feel. Rage? Relief? Mostly what I feel is awe. Awe for all that has happened in this country. Awe for all that I do not know. I’m here with the 7th and 8th grade class to learn more about Civil Rights in America. For the past week, we have explored the Deep South, touring major battlefields from the Civil War and meeting with former Civil Rights activists. We have visited Memphis, seen the spot where Dr. King fell, and listened to some Blues musicians sing on Beale Street. Now, we’ve come to Birmingham, the heart of Civil Rights activism during the 1960s. 7th Grader Miles Galbo Jumps In on Beale St 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.
21 May, 2011 /
[click "Play" to listen to Wade Davis' conversation with Susan]  

Wade, fireplace Ethnographer, writer, photographer, filmmaker, licensed river guide, Explorer-in-Residence at the National Geographic Society and major supporter of Mountainfilm in Telluride, Wade Davis returns for the 33rd annual gathering of the tribe, May 27 – May 30, 2011.

Wade is joined by other wide awake beings, among them, writer Terry Tempest Williams; the voice of youth eco-activists, Tim DeChristopher; eco-adventurer David de Rothschild; Ian Cheney and Curt Ellis, co-creators of Peabody-winning PBS documentary "King Corn." With this year's line-up, Mountainfilm director David Holbrooke may just manage to trump last year, which was Mountainfilm's best year ever.
19 May, 2011 /

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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.

19 May, 2011 /
When snow falls in Telluride in May, even the most rugged mountain souls dream of an escape. Luckily, for those of us who get to call Telluride home, there is a flipside to our paradise: road tripping over to Utah. Southeast Utah has all of the things that we lack right now—snow-free trails, electric green aspens, beautiful camping, and most importantly: warmth. Gathering Wild Flowers 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.
18 May, 2011 /
[click "Play", Jagged Edge's Erik Dalton speaks with Susan]

 

Kayak swap Friday, May 20, 7 p.m., Telluride's Jagged Edge hosts a movie night. The featured film is Young Gun Production's "Source."  Saturday, May 21, 9 a.m. to close, the store hosts a river gear and kayak swap. Both events are fundraisers for the San Miguel Whitewater Association, Telluride's local paddling/whitewater club.

"Source" provides unique insight into the lives of some of the biggest names in kayaking, their appreciation for diverse and challenging rivers and what keeps them up at night. We follow them on their global journey to experience new cultures from Vietnam to the high Sierras, meet new people, and, of course, push their limits in spectacular whitewater. Experience global first descents, explore new heights in freestyle, and witness the descent of the tallest waterfall ever paddled. “Source” captures stunning action in impossible locations.

18 May, 2011 /

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.

 

12 May, 2011 /

Let's get it out from the beginning: I never leave Telluride because I'VE JUST GOT TO GET OUT OF THE BOX CANYON! I leave because I haven't seen family for a while, or maybe there's someplace else calling me. I made my living traveling,...

10 May, 2011 /

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Bridal Veil Living Classroom Director,
Alessandra Jacobson, with the Wishing Well

We are pleased to announce the return of the Wishing Well! Long term locals will remember the fund-raising successes of the Well when it was planted in Elk’s park to help with the purchase of the Valley Floor. More recently, the Well was anchored near the Beach at Mountain Village where it attracted coinage for the Green Gondola campaign organized by Ben Williams. The Wishing Well aptly illustrates how big projects can be accomplished bit by bit.

The Wishing Well was commissioned by the Telluride Institute and was originally built by the late Glenn Harcourt, Rodney Porsche, and other Steep Rock Joinery and Atlas Arkology members. It is hand crafted from a length of antique, 3 foot diameter, riveted culvert pipe. Heavy hewn timbers provide a frame for signage. Hi tech bullet proof glass seals the top of the cylinder. Donation slots were cut with a torch into the side of the Well. 

05 May, 2011 /

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.)

Ranchland 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.

02 May, 2011 /