If there is no new snow, and I haven’t had too much wine Friday night, I often begin my Saturday morning at Erin Gehrke’s hot, weighted, yoga class at Studio E. She keeps the “kumbaya” portion brief and instead pours her energy into kicking your...
There seems to be two names for many things in Telluride—the actual name and then what everyone calls it. Sometimes I find myself in hilarious situations as I recommend restaurants and give directions to visitors or tourists in town and on the Mountain. Turns out...
I had this romantic notion about gathering wood for the winter, our first winter with a wood stove. I envisioned us traipsing through the forest, the kids in wool mittens, picking up freshly cut rounds of aspen and oak and piñon, breathing in the scent...
