Living in Colorado, one has to acclimate oneself to the ever-present kitsch of the “old west” aesthetic. Whether you’re being referred to as “pardner” every fifteen seconds, or donning a mining helmet while frontier folk sing Little House on the Prairie to you, sometimes you just have to throw your hands up, tighten your britches, and say “yee-haw.” Frankly, exposing friends from out of town to this frontier pride, specifically friends from the east coast (where anything west of Pennsylvania is still controlled by roving posses of bank-robbing bandits,... Read More