A flat valley floor
Lassoed together by hills, aspens and more
Hot springs of steaming strawberries
Mixed with sour mash shots from the bar keep
Glades of quaking groves in all directions
Mr. The Kid’s champagne powder infections
Howelsen up on the hill past the train tracks
Gold medal champions past and future on the playback
Rabbit ears off in the distance
An old motel sign with the same name assistance
It’s quaint but holds a strong charm
Local loves woven like a basket between tourist arms
Microbrews, hops and IPAs
Manly mountain men outnumber skier babes
Tugboat nights and shot ski dreams
Hideaways tucked away by mountain streams

—JM