Tag: Grateful Dead

Morning photo: Golden Road

Autumn daze …

The Golden Road (to unlimited devotion)
The Golden Road (to unlimited devotion) …
“See that girl, barefootin’ along,
Whistlin’ and singin’, she’s a carryin’ on.
There’s laughing in her eyes, dancing in her feet,
She’s a neon-light diamond and she can live on the street.”

FRISCO — Heading out to walk the dogs near Meadow Creek Monday afternoon, my eyes (and camera) were immediately drawn to the contrast between the sunlit aspens along the road and the mountain backdrop, receding into evening shadows. Immediately, free association took over and an old song started bouncing around inside my head — The Golden Road (To Unlimited Devotion). It is, of course, the very first song on the very first Grateful Dead album, and the beauty of the day in the Colorado high country definitely made me want to dance a ring around the sun. Here are a few more shots that (I hope) capture some of the stellar fall vibe we’ve been enjoying in Summit County. Continue reading “Morning photo: Golden Road”


Great variety in the most-viewed stories list

Covering the ski industry, the environment, renewable energy and more …

Moonrise over Frisco, Colorado.

By Summit Voice

SUMMIT COUNTY — This update of the most-viewed stories list includes a fun feature by Matt Krane that quickly picked up more than a 1,000 page views in just a couple of days. Check out Matt’s tale of playing flag football with Bob Weir, and see what else has been popular at Summit Voice the past few days, including our Waterscapes morning photoblog. Please share your favorites via the social media buttons at the end of the story.

Feeling the pain with the Broncos and Bobby (Weir, that is)

Matt Krane and Bob Weir in a 2003 photograph by John Cooney.

Matt Krane sees some parallels between his own memories of a flag football game with Bob Weir’s Tamalpais Chiefs and the Denver Broncos’ frustrations this past Sunday

By Matt Krane

Maybe it was because I’d spent the entire second quarter and halftime sweeping pine needles from the roof, but when I sat down for the second half of the Denver – Jets game Sunday, my hamstrings were a little tight, my calf muscles were twitchy, and my lower back felt like I’d been bowling all day.

I still had a mild bitter taste in my mouth from Denver’s first-quarter field goal attempt, squandered by what looked like a celebratory end-zone ball spin instead of a snap to Prater’s holder. Then, the final drive, which was looking so promising and feeling so electric with less than a minute left … I, for one, feel the pain that rookie center J.D. Walton must be feeling. Because, I once traveled in his exact footsteps (cleat marks?).

In the fall of ’93, I found myself in San Francisco, visiting friends, and, among other things, meeting with ‘Bill from The Rainforest Action Network to make a sizable donation (for me). I was given a large Robert Rauschenberg lithograph made for a 1988 Grateful Dead benefit at Madison Square Garden (w/ Bruce Hornsby, Suzanne Vega, Hall & Oates, Mick Taylor) It was signed by all the band members. My friend John and I attended, sitting in tenth-row seats for the R.A.N.  Continue reading “Feeling the pain with the Broncos and Bobby (Weir, that is)”