Spending time in the Alps of France, Italy, and/or Switzerland is an exercise in managing visual-stimuli overload. Everywhere you turnlookbreathe, there exists a stunning view.
It is evening.
On Thursday, June 30th, Bryon, Junebug the Border Collie, and I crested Molas Pass, the almost 11,000-foot pass along the highway leading into Silverton, Colorado.
Toes tipped up toward blue sky fair.
A backcountry food paranoia, I think I’ve developed one.
