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Review: The Buffet of Buffets

We were just wrapping up our fourth buffet of the day when the guy came over and asked Pitt if he was OK. Pitt, sometime after his thirteenth plate of food in about 10 hours, was having a rather obvious dip in morale: ...

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Dear Loveland Ski Area:

A few months ago, I walked into your season pass office and filled out a form to get an Uphill Access Pass. You charged me $0 for it, didn’t require that I also purchase a season pass—just gave me a little red card ...

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Another Partly-Irish St. Patrick’s Day

I made a phone call to my grandmother every March 17th for a decade and a half, always saying Happy St. Patrick’s Day first and second making a joke about how neither of us were going to get drunk, or even drink a ...

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A Postcard From The Confluence

I am sitting at the confluence of the Colorado and Little Colorado rivers at the bottom of the Grand Canyon, wondering how to explain this place to someone who has never been here. How two rivers glide into each other at this point ...

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Are You A Free Solo Eater?

Most of us have caught ourselves at one time or another: alone, maybe standing over the kitchen sink, maybe while wearing a bathrobe, possibly shirtless or pantsless, shoving food into our face with no regard for decorum, manners, or even culinary decency. We ...

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The Art Of ‘Getting Old’

Frank led up the first pitch of El Matador as I fed out rope, the west face of Devils Tower glowing gold as the sun dropped to the horizon and my friend Forest shot video of him. He placed only a few pieces ...

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Dear Winter:

Dear Winter: Hey man. How’s it going? A few of us were just talking about you. And by “just,” I mean for the past two months. Wondering what you’re up to, where you’re at, if you’re going to make it out West this ...

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Skiing: A Bumpy Love Story

I leaned on my poles at the intersection of Why Not and Vagabond, green and blue runs, respectively, low on the mountain at Steamboat. I mentioned to my dad that he could probably handle going down the blue, and he declined. I saw ...

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