Review by Ed Quillen
Geology – August 1995 – Colorado Central Magazine
Road and Riverside Geology of the Upper Arkansas Valley
by Tom Karnuta
Published in 1995 by Geotechnics
No ISBN
Review by Ed Quillen
Geology – August 1995 – Colorado Central Magazine
Road and Riverside Geology of the Upper Arkansas Valley
by Tom Karnuta
Published in 1995 by Geotechnics
No ISBN
Review by Ed Quillen
Local history – August 1995 – Colorado Central Magazine
Retracing the Old Spanish Trail: North Branch , Today’s OST Travel Guide
by Ron Kessler
Published in 1995 by Adobe Village Press
ISBN 096440561X
Review by Martha Quillen
Wildlife – August 1995 – Colorado Central Magazine
Mammals of Colorado
by James P. Fitzgerald, Carron A. Meaney and David M. Armstrong
published in 1994 by The Denver Museum of Natural History and University Press of Colorado
ISBN: 0-87081-333-1
Review by Martha Quillen
Local History – August 1995 – Colorado Central Magazine
Taylor Park, Colorado’s Shangri-la
by Eleanor Perry
Copyright 1989
ISBN: 0-939101-01-7
Sidebar by Jeanne Englert
Ute Language – August 1995 – Colorado Central Magazine
A BIT OF EXPLANTION
You may have seen some Ute words in print (they pop up in romances, histories, and Westerns), and the Ute words published here look rather exotic by comparison. That may be because the words you saw were from Northern Ute, which doesn’t use the same orthography (spelling and alphabet) as the Southern Ute discussed here.
Essay by Gen. Kashmir Horseshoe
Local humor – August 1995 – Colorado Central Magazine
Are you planning a visit to the Western Slope this summer? If so, here is a preferred selection of attractions even you won’t want to miss!
Essay by Ed Quillen
Tourism – August 1995 – Colorado Central Magazine
This past June was pretty dismal — literally so, because sunshine was a rare novelty, rather than a customary blessing. Looming dark clouds dropped moisture constantly in every known form: rain, sleet, hail, snow. Some streams jumped their banks, and if hot weather had arrived to dissolve the record snowpacks, we could have suffered some devastating floods.
Brief by Central Staff
Water – August 1995 – Colorado Central Magazine
Until quite recently, we were under the impression that the Arkansas River was a tributary of the Mississippi, and that it thus generally flowed toward the rising sun, thereby placing it on the Eastern Slope of Colorado.
Brief by Central Staff
Regional Briefs – August 1995 – Colorado Central Magazine
It Will Look Much Better Once The Drapes Are In
World-reknowned artist Christo has announced his plans to suspend nylon fabric over several miles of the Arkansas River between Cañon City and Salida.
Article by Hal Walter
Pack-burro racing – August 1995 – Colorado Central Magazine
How could something as ridiculous as the sport of pack-burro racing go on for 47 straight years? In 1999 — just four years away — the only sport indigenous to Central Colorado will be half a century old.
Essay by Lynda La Rocca
Mountain life – August 1995 – Colorado Central Magazine
“Your roots are here,” my father always insisted, referring to the greater New York metropolitan area where I was born and raised. So when I yanked those roots out by the, uh, roots, and transplanted them to the distant dirt of Central Colorado, I disturbed the natural order of things.
Article by Jeanne Englert
Ute Language – August 1995 – Colorado Central Magazine
Editor’s Note: As this article will explain, the Southern Ute language, as currently written, employs many letters that are not in the standard computer character set. Until we can figure out how to display them in HTML (we used an equation editor when setting the article into type for the magazine), we present them here the way they would be if HTML had the characters.
Article by Chas S. Clifton
Wildlife – August 1995 – Colorado Central Magazine
The fluffy young owl made its begging call, something between a rising whistle and a puppy’s whine. Its plumage was a combination of a hatchling’s down and more mature feathers — it could fly, but it was not likely to go far, and if it did fly, I could follow it on foot up the ravine through the gloomy, deep-forest light.