Good morning and welcome to Summit Up, the world’s only daily column that got beat to the punch by our own editorial pages.
At least that’s what Frisco’s J. Harrison is telling us. Apparently, the endorsement of the Frisco-to-Wildernest road (although it really wasn’t an endorsement of the road, just the process of looking at it) slipped by us. J. says we should be pushing for a solution to the congestion on Highway 9 between Frisco and Breck.
Well, we don’t know how long you’ve been reading us J., but, lo, these many years, we have always been outspoken proponents of transportation solutions. We were, for instance, the originators of the Summit County Rickshaw service idea. We figured, what with all the uber-athletes in Summit Up Land, we’d have no problem finding hale, sinewy young folks to pull rickshaws and sleds, no matter the season. The loan department at the bank thought otherwise.
J. suggests that the Peaks Trail should be developed into a road (the old road between Frisco and Breck actually used to run along that route, by the way) and says it’d be one heck of a shortcut. This is a good idea, but then where would the snowmobilers and cross country skiers get into fights in the winter?
We’ve come up with many other ideas throughout the years: Human slingshots (which would work fine if this wasn’t such a litigious society), magic carpets (which also would have worked fine, until we found out they’re all made by children in Bangladeshi sweat shops), mutant crickets (which we’ll no doubt have with all the radioactive waste they’re cramming into the mountains down in Nevada), monorails (because the sooner the world starts to look like new generation Star Trek episodes, the better) and stuff as old-fashioned as horses. Few people bought in to any of these ideas, however.
So, now we’ve resigned ourselves to the following opinion: Forget growth, forget all this urban convenience, forget the wimpy tourists everyone’s so quick to remind us we all depend on – rip up all the pavement. There are plenty of neighborhoods around here that haven’t paved their roads, and we’re pretty sure all those people still get to work every day. We’re willing to bet a lifetime subscription to this paper that if we didn’t have paved roads, we’d never have a traffic jam.
Contrary to whatever you might have heard or read, it is still not OK to take booze to those cool town of dillon concerts at the Lake Dillon Amphitheatre. For that matter, leave Fido at home, too. For the thirsty, there’s stuff to be bought. No dogs are for sale, however. The powers that be, whoever they are (we never know), asked us to remind music lovers of these rules.
It’s Saturday, no matter which road got you here. Asphalt contractors can send their death threats to firstname.lastname@example.org, fax at (970) 668-0755 or just tape together letters from magazines – oops that won’t work on the voicemail at (970) 668-3998, ext. 237.
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