Day in the Life

Tired of looking at harsh, reflective white? Then feast your eyes on the gentler, subtler hues of winter. For most, winter brown is an acquired taste.

The 5th annual Silverton Whiteout kicked off last Saturday as fat bikers from ’round the hood and beyond rode lap after lap on a well-groomed 9.2-mile loop for 10 straight hours.

Well, there you have it folks. Durango’s 41st Snowdown celebration is in the bag. 

With the shortest days of year in the rearview mirror, the sun a little higher and the days a little longer, our orientation toward the sun favors less chilly walks in the great outdoors, and certainly less GoreTex (on a nice day, of course.)

A lunar eclipse occurs when the moon passes directly behind Earth and into its shadow cast by the sun.

Winter birding in Durango? Most folks familiar with Southwest Colorado’s birding scene will tell you that spring is the game-on season, when our feathered friends start to return home from southern climes.

I was going to do another photo-filled essay about mountains, snow and exciting winter recreation, but given the recent amount of shoveling, snow-blowing and terrifying avalanche conditions in the backcountry, I thought I’d give our readers a break from all that and go ahead and feature something completely different: CaCO3.

Welcome back to the Animas Valley, Old Man Winter! It has been quite some time since we last had to unbury ourselves from a deep blanket of freshly fallen snow

What could be more enthralling than climbing a frozen waterfall?

There’s nothing quite like the San Juan Mountains freshly blanketed in snow.

The bark of an aspen tree has long been the medium of choice for modern-day pictograph artists.

The short days of November may offer a limited supply of daylight to those hoping to maximize their time out in the field, but there’s something precious about fitting in as much as one can between the rising and setting sun.

There may be giant patches of bare naked ground out there in the mountains, but the early season strip of snow affectionately known as “Demon” skied pretty darn good this past weekend.

As the sun crosses our sky at a softened angle, dipping ever so gently toward the Tropic of Capricorn, autumn will soon be a fleeting memory.

Along a dusty side street in the Old Barrio near downtown Tucson, colorful, quaint buildings frame the crumbling remains of a 150-year-old adobe wall known as El Tiradito.

“Hello? Who’s there?? What’s that noise?” Is that the spirit world gently rap-rap-rapping on your window?

More than 800 high school mountain bike racers from around the state, as well as a few from Wyoming and New Mexico, gathered atop Durango Mesa (formerly Ewing Mesa) last weekend for the Colorado High School Cycling League’s championships.

The Grand Canyon is grand for many reasons: stratigraphy, whitewater, the South Kaibab Trail, the Little Colorado and solitude, just to name a few. But one of the least-known treasures found in the grandest of canyons is the abundance of mummified mammals dating back to the Ice Age.