By Kim Fuller Published in Elevation OutdoorsOn a recent trip to a backcountry trip, we found ourselves in the middle of a windy blizzard, and I was so grateful to have a pair of the Rudy Project Klonyx snow goggles. I was testing the style in Frozen Blue with Impactx photochromic lenses. It was cold and the light was bad, but the lenses adjusted just right. I was skinning toward the hut pretty rigorously, but the vents kept the goggles from ... continue reading...
Hepatitis C: A Silent Killer
By Kim Fuller Published in 5280A Colorado family shines the spotlight on the nation’s growing hepatitis C problem.About seven years ago, Colorado Springs resident Carleen McGuffey got shocking news: She had hepatitis C, a serious liver disease caused by a blood-borne RNA (ribonucleic acid) virus, which she contracted either from a blood transfusion or intravenous drug use, both long in her past. But then she made an even more surprising ... continue reading...
From The Rockies To Mt. Everest
By Kim Fuller Published in 5280 MagazineHow a local doctor used the Centennial State's epic terrain to prepare for one of the world's most demanding climbs.Dr. Tracee Metcalfe of Vail has a mountaineering resumé to rival any professional alpine explorer. The 42-year-old internal medicine doctor has climbed every 14,000-foot peak in Colorado, as well as Denali in Alaska, and served as a base-camp doctor for multiple expeditions in Nepal. All of ... continue reading...
The Dish on Breakfast: Morning meal options are on the rise in the Vail Valley
By Kim Fuller Published in the Vail Daily There haven’t always been a lot of breakfast and brunch options in the Vail Valley, but this rise-and-shine meal seems to be moving up on the list of priorities for new eateries in town. The longtime local favorites are still holding strong, such as the best Bloody Mary around at Westside Cafe in West Vail; a decadent brunch on the Ludwig’s terrace at The Sonnenelp in Vail Village; countertop service at The ... continue reading...
For Auld Lang Syne
On the eve of every new year, a familiar tune floats over bubbly toasts and festive kisses. As the clock strikes midnight and we add another notch to the belt of our years, the words of the late Scottish poet Robert Burns are sung in unison while we sway amongst friends and family. I have always heard “Auld Lang Syne,” and often chimed in during the chorus, but I have never taken the time to learn all the words. As with most traditional songs, singing the hymn is more habit than anything, and ... continue reading...
