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Fat Tire Oasis at DEN
One frigid February morning, I stood with freezing feet in ill-advised loafers on the slushy ramp outside of the last string of the B concourse at the relatively new Denver International Airport. It was bleak out there, amongst the Mesa Airlines Beech 1900s, as I took pictures of a preflight inspection for a training module…
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Buffalo Gold
If you count by semesters, I graduated from college early. If you count by the calendar date, I was five months late. In terms of craft beer in Boulder, Colorado, however, I graduated right on time. I ordered a pony keg of Buffalo Gold from the Boulder Beer Company for our graduation party along with…
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Post-(Apo)Calypso Cascades
I needed the mountains like oxygen…ironic, since I was already more than a mile high in Denver on that fateful Friday. My heart, already heavy from the loss of Anthony Bourdain that morning, didn’t know even worse news lay ahead: My former brother-in-law, still family, would also count that day as his last. We wound…
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12 Degree & Bluegrass
The June evening still felt warm around the edges as we turned onto Main Street in Louisville (don’t call it “Loo-ee-ville,” BTW). Finding a parking space was deceptively easy that Colorado night, given the normal state of affairs, and a good thing. We had friends playing bluegrass on the front stoop of 12° Brewing. After…
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G&T On The Burj
Winter ran late that year in Colorado, just like it had one last cold front to throw at us this year in Portugal. The old folks still bundled up…and I’m flashing back to 2015 when I truly grew tired of shoveling snow in March. But the melt comes on quickly, so if you clear the…
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Taj in India Kitchen
Returning home from travel, we come back mostly to things that we find comfortable and familiar. The foods, the scenery, the air, even the bed that we know best, to which our bodies have adapted, often over the course of years, if not decades–or a lifetime. What we call “exotic” is really the unfamiliar, the…
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Only In Boulder: Asher Green
The hike up to the top of Mount Sanitas in Boulder, Colorado, takes sustained effort. Ever since I climbed the red-rock Stairmaster for the first time in the early 1990s, it has found new ways to kick my ass each time I face it. The last time I made the full ascent? It took me…
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Blue Moon Requiem
“I couldn’t believe it was true…no I couldn’t believe it was true.” Until I saw for my own eyes the bright blue Blue Moon neon sign in the tap room of the Coors brewery in Golden, Colorado. I unashamedly call Coors my favorite of the mega brewers, simply because of the family’s commitment to Colorado.…
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Colorado Native
Oh the bluebird-sky days of winter have returned as I sneak away to the slopes on a buddy pass and stolen time. The joy of living in Colorado versus traveling there to ski lies in choosing your mid-week day to escape, coming closer to the trifecta of good snow, light lift lines, and a wide open…
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Blue Moon & Mandarin
My plane was late landing in Nashville, and they couldn’t find me the right rental car. Gone midnight by the time I made it to the Gaylord Massif otherwise known as Opryland–a hotel so far bigger than necessary that it surely encompassed its own zip code–along with a strangely enormous human terranium inside. I’d had…