Tony Vagneur

Most of us have done it — stuck in a holding pattern over Aspen in the middle of winter. You’ve bounced through rough skies, getting close enough to start thinking about the first thing you’re...

Tony Vagneur writes here on Saturdays and welcomes your comments at [email protected]. Tony Vagneur/Courtesy photo

Woody Creek is easy to misunderstand. To many people passing through, it’s little more than a post office, the Tavern and a bend in the road. But to those who have spent much of their lives here, it...

Tony Vagneur writes here on Saturdays and welcomes your comments at [email protected]. Tony Vagneur/Courtesy photo

Tony Vagneur writes here on Saturdays and welcomes your comments at [email protected]. Tony Vagneur/Courtesy photo

So, the other day, I’m going out the door, and a woman asked, “What do you do?” “A little of this, a little of that,” I replied. “Yes, but what do you do for work?...

Tony Vagneur writes here on Saturdays and welcomes your comments at [email protected]. Tony Vagneur/Courtesy photo

It was there, La Femme Sauvage “The Wild Woman Gallery,” just down Redstone Boulevard from the Redstone Inn, where I got my real taste of the Ruby of the Rockies. My girlfriend, Mary Jo Van...

First, it was the horses, a short distance from the tent, stomping and moving around the best they could, even though tied up. “Yeah, they do that sometimes,” I said, “let’s let ’em work it...

A writer for a large magazine called me the other day, wanting to do an interview about Aspen, of all places. She thought maybe I could provide a link between “old” Aspen and what we...