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Sports Medicine

Top 25 Places to Stay in Colorado

The Westin Riverfront Resort & Spa at Beaver Creek Mountain Avon Reputation: Home to Cima Restaurant and smack-dab in the middle of the outdoor action From the live bluegrass musicians in the lobby to the doormen who spend a few extra minutes scratching the ears of your dog at this pet friendly resort, it’s obvious upon arrival that the Westin at Beaver Creek places as much emphasis on the comforts of home as on the luxuries one expects from a high-end hotel

Features

Notables: The New Guy

When the city of Longmont hired Harold Dominguez as its new city manager, the Dominguez family packed its bags and traveled from San Angelo, Texas, to Boulder County, joining the ranks of the area’s Texan ex-pats. “Considering we had over 100 days of over 100-degree weather in San Angelo, I think we will enjoy it,” he said with a smile. Dominguez moved into his office in early April

Sports Medicine 2012: Faces of Extreme

For the 2012 Sports Medicine issue, Yellow Scene explores the new era of extreme sports and the new faces of extreme athletes. From one crazy, muddy competition to the Ironman world champion, we look at what it means to be extreme in today's athletic world. Crazy, Fit and Covered in Mud Real Mudders: Craig and Tate The IronWoman Happy Feet

Top 25 Places to Stay in Colorado

Commentary

Let the Games Begin

It seems it’s now officially the general presidential election. We’ve now seen a number of Republican candidates as well as the president and his wife make their presences known in the Centennial State. Yes, it’s good to be a swing state. Colorado will increasingly see politicos and candidates in perfect stump mode. And we can thank our loyally disloyal independents for that. The

Scene

Eleven Questions with Funny Lady Tricia McAlpin

What do Amy Poehler, Adam McKay and Horatio Sanz all have in common with Tricia McAlpin? None of them have ever slept with a Colorado senator. Also, they all happen to be members of the Upright Citizens Brigade collective; the Second City players of the Big Apple (and now, Los Angeles), if you will. McAlpin is a writer and improv star of the West Coast wing of UCB and has had her work featured on

Damn the Man

“I don’t have anything to hide.” I’ve heard that said more times than I care to count in the last decade or so. The politics of fear that have permeated American culture since 9/11 gave rise to the argument that only the guilty need their privacy; the rest of us should have no fear living open, public lives. Wiretapping, TSA sexual assaults pat-downs, and a constant steady stream of

Outdoors

Goin’ Fishing

If you’ve been reading this column, you know skiing has been my world since the day A-Basin opened and I devoted every free second of my life to making turns. Consequently, I spent an inordinate amount of time crashing on buddies’ couches in Summit and Eagle counties. One blissful 80-degree morning in March, when it should’ve been dumping spring powder, one buddy proclaimed: “You’re

Cuisine

Challenging Elements: Comida Cantina

When the sun comes out and the temperature rises, I start craving grapes and margaritas and pretty much anything that can wake my palate up from hibernation with sweetness and bright flavors. And of course mangos, with their earthiness and luscious sweetness, become a favorite. It’s not at all local or indicative of Colorado cuisine. But it’s delicious and it’s on my brain. So, when

Review: Don’t Judge a Café by its Cover

I love discovering a hidden gem, and in this case, maybe even a diamond in the rough. I knew there had to be something to it when my editor kept bringing up this little place she’d discovered in Lafayette called 503 Café. I’ll admit I was a little skeptical. The menu is…well, eclectic is the first word that comes to mind, with dishes ranging from classic Continental to Asian to South

Also in This Edition

Music Education My Way

In 1972, I earned my first paycheck, took my first guitar lessons, bought my first rock albums and fell in love (and got dumped) for the first time, all at the end of my third-grade year. The girl I fell for was drop-dead gorgeous. Tall and bodacious with long, flowing wheat-colored hair; she was stern when I needed it and played hard to get. She liked how I read to her and, recognizing my