This is not New York. Not quite L.A. This is Denver. I’ve lived here thrice. Where the dust never settles, trainyards are always half full, everything continues—unsettled. Denver has again become lonesome for her heroes.
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I’m a recovering modern, and it’s hard for me to stay mindful while the world around me moves at breakneck speed. These pigs are my teachers.
Deep in the heart of Colombia, at least ten hours from the major metropolis of Bogatá, a farmer harvests green coffee beans, boxes them up, and then ships them elsewhere to roasted. He toils over this coffee. The coffee is his livelihood, and it is his life.
In the quiet Colorado mountain town of Palisade lies a not so quiet distillery and bar. Enthralled, enchanted, we spent the weekend exploring the magic of Colorado’s Western Slope.
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