It is said that when living at 10,000 feet, you never know which weekend summer will fall on.
This year, however, summer came early and has remained gloriously warm and mosquito free in our high-altitude nook of the Rockies, as evidenced by this photo taken off of Boreas Pass a few miles south of Breckenridge.
It hasn't all been warm and fuzzy, however. Ullr's, a longstanding bar on Main Street and our flag football sponsor of many years, closed last weekend after its landlord allegedly tried to DOUBLE its rent. Who does that?
In spite of such unfortunate news, work churns along like a train in a tunnel. Assignments for ESPN.com have expanded to include a story on baseball's farthest seats as well as a feature on an Australian motocross pioneer who nearly perished last year during a double backflip attempt; both articles ran on the front page six days apart.
A number of other stories are currently in print, including features in The Ski Journal (on our trip to pioneer skiing in western Nepal), Rock and Ice (on an 86-year-old woman who's become an unlikely Himalayan climbing judge), and Trail Runner (on a local jungle doctor who runs in homemade sandals and never turns on his heat).
Forthcoming stories include a profile of ski mountaineer Kip Garre for Backcountry, which I'll report in California's Sierra next month.
Until then, whenever someone says, "Nobody cares that you tele," remind them, "Your girlfriend cares I tele."