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BLRock Pictures - Telluride City View.
The Town of Telluride is a Home Rule Municipality that is the county seat and the most populous town of San Miguel County in the southwestern portion of the U.S. state of Colorado. The town is a former silver mining camp on the San Miguel River in the western San Juan Mountains. A Telluride Historic District which includes some or all of Telluride is listed on the National Register of Historic Places and further is one of Colorado's 20 National Historic Landmarks. The town population was 2,221 at U.S. Census 2000.
Telluride sits in a box canyon. Steep forested mountains and cliffs surround it. Bridal Veil Falls is at the head of the canyon. Numerous weathered ruins of old mining operations dot the hillsides. A free gondola connects the town with its companion town Mountain Village, Colorado at the base of the ski area.
Telluride and the surrounding area have featured prominently in pop culture. The town of Telluride has served as the backdrop for several television commercials, is home to an international film festival, and has been the subject of songs such as "Smugglers Blues" by Glenn Frey, an essay by Edward Abbey, and eponymous songs by The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, Kate Wolf, and Tim McGraw, and later recorded by Josh Gracin. Telluride is also known for its ski resort and slopes during the winter as well as an extensive festival schedule during the summer.
Only one road reaches Telluride year round, but there are also two off-road routes. Telluride sits in an isolated spot in the Four Corners region of Colorado where the New Mexico, Utah and Arizona borders come together. From the west, Colorado Route 145 is the most common way into Telluride, however there are two alternate passes to enter the town as well. Imogene Pass is the more forgiving of the two passes, though it still requires 4x4 experience and should not be taken lightly. Black Bear Pass is noted to be Colorados most dangerous pass. It is only passable in one direction because of a treacherous stair step section. Telluride is situated at an elevation of 8,750 feet.
On the eastern side of town, or the falls side, Bridal Veil Falls and the Generator House which sits at the top of the falls overlook the Victorian town of Telluride. The power plant house is owned by Eric Jacobson, who restored the house and the generator inside, which now provides about 25 percent of Telluride with its electricity. The house was originally used to power the Smuggler-Union Mine and requires an aerial tramway for Jacobson and his family to get home. It is the second-oldest operating AC generator in the United States, the first being the Ames Hydroelectric Generating Plant near Ophir, Colorado.
The town is served by air transportation via Telluride Regional Airport, the highest commercial airport in the United States. The airport is considered challenging by pilots because of frequent adverse weather conditions, high altitude, and the extremely rugged mountain terrain which surrounds the airport on nearly all sides.

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This terrific TV show captured a live performance of the legendary band "Strength in Numbers" at the 17th Annual Telluride Bluegrass Festival. Produced by Telluride Bluegrass Festival, Inc./Mus!c Link Corp. 1991

Sam Bush - Mandolin
Bela Fleck - Banjo
Mark O'Connor - Violin
Edgar Meyer - Bass
Jerry Douglas - Dobro

Featured Songs:
1. The Lochs of Dread (By Bela Fleck & Jerry Douglas)
2. Blue Men of the Sahara (By Bela Fleck & Edgar Meyer)

"Strength in Numbers is an all-star band in which the focus is on the group rather than on individual performances. Each member is recognized as a highly influential master of his instrument. After working together in various combinations through the 1980's on each other's solo albums and on music festival stages, they decided in the summer of 1988 to unite their five creative visions. The result is a unique style of music that owes as much to classical concepts of arrangement and theme development as it does to popular concepts of virtuoso hot licks. Acoustic music's greatest musicians have gathered here for the musical event of the year." (From: Strength in Numbers - The Telluride Sessions, MCA Recording CD Liner notes.)

THE TELLURIDE FESTIVAL - "Considered one of the country's most progressive annual bluegrass festivals, the Telluride festival has grown to be a premier world event since the first one in 1974. In recent years, the festival has expanded to include musicians who play jazz, rock, country, folk, pop, world, celtic, newgrass, as well as bluegrass, sometimes blending different styles. The festival embraces the celebration of music in one of the country's most spectacular settings-San Juan Valley."

"The Telluride festival audience, called festivarians, are not only enthusiastic, but loyal, some making this event an annual vacation. The festival is limited to 10,000 people a day, and sells out a little earlier each year. Among musicians who have played the festival throughout the years are Bela Fleck, Sam Bush, Tim O'Brien, Peter Rowan, Jerry Douglas, Tony Rice, John Cowan, and David Grisman. Newer regulars are Emmylou Harris, Mary Chapin Carpenter, and Shawn Colvin." (From a web article by: Wayne Allard, Senator.)

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BOOOOOOOM!
It is the 4th of July.
I use to love this time of year.
It was not too long ago, that July meant going to the lake and splashing around.

It meant riding deep into the Gunnison National Forest on Savannah to our secret place.

I was pretty alone in those days. I had grown accustomed to living in my head and others had grown accustomed to me just being a fluke. An oddball. That weird girl.

July meant rodeos, and cowboys in tight jeans with Skoal imprints in their back pockets.
It meant NO SCHOOL, and the farmers market with wonderful fresh veggies from pretty hippy girls in tie dyed dresses.

It was smells of alfalfa and hay and the sounds of buzzing bees zipping across meadows.
It was humming birds and fluffy billows of clouds lazily drifting across the deepest blue skies anyone has ever seen.

July and me were friends.

That changed one night, when July turned its back on me.

A crashing noise, glass shattering, scrunching metal...tumbling...falling.... screaming.

I sat there after the tumbling stopped, confused and scared as the twisted truck sat at the bottom of the crevice. My only friend, sitting beside me, was not moving. The pretty face that was laughing just moments before was covered in blood and glass. I began to cry.

I could not move. I could only sit and watch through the place where the wind shield used to be - the one headlight that still worked slowly fading. I tried to get out, but I could not. I was squished. I was going to die.

I prayed...and cried..and tried to shake Jill awake. I worried that I was not wearing panties, and I thought of how much it would cost to fix my truck. I knew no one would find us...not down here...not 200 yards from the road at 9000 feet.

I sat in the dark, only the teenie bit of yellow light to comfort me. I hurt in so many places and I could feel me giving up. I did not want to be without my friend. There was too much blood, I closed my eyes and wept, waiting for my Savior to take me home.

I faintly remember the sounds of men shouting, and saws and a kind voice saying ..."Miss, Miss....can you hear me"....and then the voice saying "they are both breathing". The sounds were distant, and the next thing I felt was pain as the EMT's roped the stretchers up the side of the mountain. I just wanted to give up.

I died on the way down the mountain and missed the kewl helicopter ride to St. Mary's, but I did wake up days later and Jill made it through too.

It is true, that our lives were changed forever. Nothing would ever be the same. It was tough enough being that mute weird girl who lived down at the Lazy W, but now I had new things to overcome. Things I have overcome only by the Grace of my God and the kindness of my friends and family in Moove.

I write this for two reasons. Not for pity or for people to feel sorry for me as some have said before. I write this I guess because it is a therapy for my head.....a way to fight fears that hide in my soul for 11 months of the year, to chase away the nightmares that creep up on me like a coyote stalking a doe.

I also wrote this to show you what just a few extra beers can do. The man that hit us was just a good person who drank too many beers after work. His life forever changed. He lost his job and was sent back to Mexico to try to find new ways to support his family and take care of his babies. All for an extra beer.

Jill still struggles with guilt as the driver of my truck, even though nothing was her fault. We both have battle scars that makes that swim suit stay in the drawer, and I no longer really think of July as my friend, although I try to forgive it like I have done with the man who sent my life in a new direction.

So as I have pleaded and begged so many times in the past, please....do whatever it takes to keep the keys away from anyone who has been drinking. I was lucky. I did not have babies to take care of, or a family to support, but many who die every year leave behind children, wives and husbands who will weep every night for their loss. You can keep more from losing their joys. By being vigilant, you can stop more from weeping. By being responsible, you may save more lives than you can even imagine. I beg of you all, to stop this madness. I love you all.

Peace and Love
Tory

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