Good morning and welcome to Summit Up, the world’s only daily column that kinda wants to move to an island somewhere, far from the madness of politics and other weirdness that’s oppressing us these days. Imagine, a Blue Lagoon kinda place where the only thing we’d worry about is whether to put rum or vodka in our fruit drink and what color bikini or swim trunks to wear.

Yeah, yeah, we know: Eventually our island paradise would be visited upon by raiders intent on subverting our peaceful way of life as they search for shiny metals and a place to practice their oddball religion. We’d have internal battles with ourselves over seemingly mundane issues like who’s going to operate the sunscreen plant, what day we should have lobster vs. crab and all that kind of thing. It’d all end up in some kind of civil war, probably, with us fighting each other with coconut shells and bamboo spears. Someone would lose an eye, at some point, and we’d all have to come back to the U.S. just in time, probably, for the next horrific election cycle.

Is there a country anywhere in the world where politics isn’t really an issue? Maybe one of those New Guinea tribal areas where they settle things with a little black magic, a little cannibalism, a well-timed major organ excision here and there. Course, that kind of thing has its drawbacks as well, especially if you’re squeamish.

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On a happier note, Breck opens today!

(sound of cheering)

Yep, get up on the hill and check it out early this morning if you want some free French toast. The pix we’ve seen of conditions up there look pretty sweet for early season, even if this last “storm” didn’t leave much at all in the valley.

Gotta run – happy Friday!