We didn’t break up, me and Telluride. We’re just on an extended hiatus.
It’s not something I ever expected would happen. It was love at first sight, after all. When I drove into the box canyon for the first time in March of 2006, it had just snowed a foot. The town was covered in white stuff, the mountains all a-sparkle under a new coat of white, the houses like ginger-bread Victorians, the ski lifts right over there. I had moved here sight unseen, and I couldn’t believe my great good fortune. I actually had a job reporting at the local paper in this place; this breathtaking mountain town was my new home.
And for the next several years, it was a full-on, adventure-stuffed, giddy-with-glee love affair. I hiked and biked the trails, marveling at the beauty of the mountains, the secret treasures contained in their folds, the glory of…
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