Summit County, Colorado
Good morning and welcome to Summit Up, the world’s only daily column that’s feelin’ fine on a jelly-roll Monday at Summit Up World HQ, or the mothership, as it’s sometimes affectionately called.
Looking into past annals of Summit Up, we learn that once upon time, it was called the inside-out dishwasher building, a shining beacon of literary journalism. Thinking about our roots like that makes us all misty eyed, and determined to uphold the tradition. Plus, we’re lucky that we can poke fun at ourselves!
So there it sits, amidst a mini-glacier under the north-facing eaves, deep in the shadow of Mount Royal, our Tenmile sentinel. Thickening aspen buds drape the view of Tenderfoot Mountain.
In the south-side parking lot, the frozen puddles give way in a tide of slush to the morning sun. Lately, we’ve been feeling a bit like Bering-landbridge migrants, searching for a dry path between rapidly rising glacial seas. Every morning is like the end of a mini-ice age viewed in fast-forward, a drumlin and tussock landscape
littered with a few remnant icebergs.
Inside, it’s like a hollowed-out superhero hideout, neon crystals glowing in the alcoves. Early Monday, the suites are empty, guidance comes through the Web in an e-mail exhorting us to”write like the wind.”
We’ve never known exactly what that means, but we’ve always taken it metaphorically as riding bareback on a giant kite.
In any case, it’s always mildly inspiring. So nimble of finger and mercurial of mind, we quickly rewrite a press release about some High Country gardening workshops coming up in Kremmling.
Sounds cool. We’ve always wanted to know exactly how to grow rutabagas, radishes and rhubarb in a place where it can snow every month of the year.
Rhubarb by the way, is the ticket. We suggest that, if you’re only going to grow one thing that it be rhubarb. It grows itself and is loaded with vitamin C. Plus.
Now, if we could just get across the pond to our desk. Hmmm, possible a hovercraft to make safe harbor at the posh corporate digs, or maybe, just maybe … a pogo stick.
MILLIONS OF SUMMIT UP READERS: “Oooh, pogo sticks! What will you think of next? And what’s this disturbing obsession with nostalgic toys? We seem to recall you waxing on about Hula Hoops and Frisbees a while back.”
SUMMIT UP: Classics, every one. It’s good clean fun, and pogos are back, not because of nostalgia, but because they’re true classics. What could be better than bouncing like a kangaroo?
MSUR: “How ’bout a ride on a carousel? Same up-and-down thing, but much gentler. Plus, you can sit comfortably on the back of a pretty pink pony with a sparkling golden mane.”
SU: This is true. However, a pogo stick has an additional aura of freedom that can’t be discounted. From where we live, we could actually use a Pogo stick to do our daily chores, like walking the dog or making a midnight run to 7-11 when you run out of salsa.
We out, bouncing …
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