We gathered for potlucks two to three times a week. We gathered in houses and we gathered in woodsies. Those were my favorites - walking up snow-packed trails in the moonlight through the deep winter woods. Squeezing into these tiny, Hobbit homes, sharing food and stories of the day's adventures.
I rolled into Telluride in June of 1990 with skiing on my mind. I found part time work on a construction site and a few nights washing dishes at Honga's Lotus Petal. Rent was cheap, but I opted for a tent in the woods.