From the sidelines, I can see where some folks might have considered it a somewhat unusual (if not blatantly tasteless) spontaneous-combustion-type en masse subject for discourse among a wide-ranging demographic amalgam of patrons.
Most people who drive out to the west end of Boulder Canyon to Castle Rock aren’t going there to climb Cussin’ Crack. Most people would rather have fun.
As 80 billion gallons of water thundered out of the reservoir, the downstream Idaho communities of Wilford and Sugar City were literally wiped from the map.
This month’s featured book and poet is Norman Shaefer’s “The Sunny Top of California: Sierra Nevada Poems & A Story” (La Alameda Press, Albuquerque, 2010).
The literal meaning of the word “Nikon” is a “living moment in being-time.” It’s part of the overall process of “presenting” the truth. You don’t have to go out and get it; it comes to you.
After that outing, we cast ourselves as Lady Emily and Lord Willard in a Gothic adventure story inspired by my English ancestry and favorite novelist in adolescence.