Vail Daily letter: Save Red Cliff
“Can we talk about it?”
“No. Let’s not go for a walk today.”
“It’s beautiful. Smiles on the motor riders says it all. If I were younger? I’d get one, be part of the traffic. Cruise all the way to the post office.”
“I miss Beth. Maybe if they’d put in sidewalks.”
“The road’s already half a lane shy of two.
“With a guard rail.”
“We used to get up to Wearyman.”
“That was a while ago”
“How about Willow Creek?
“Yeah, remember Battle Mountain Pass closed that day? Last winter? Footsteps; loud, cold and crisp!”
“That was a quiet day. I miss those.”
“Hup. Here comes a bus full. We missed our chance.”
“Chance? The morning horde just returned.”
“It’s not a horde.”
“Is it a herd? Or a pack? A pride? They’re yahoos on sleds. Misguided.”
“Live and let live. Maybe they’ll make hover sleds. They could go, like, 10 feet over the road.”
“Quietly … Oh look! There’s Mat!
“Bye Mat. He’ll drop ’em past town.”
“Now you want an ATV and snowmobile?”
An industrial aura is moving into a quaint old mining town, Red Cliff. Fuel trucks linger with their bad-ass diesels belching exhaust, furiously pumping gas into 30 snowmobiles (ATVs in the summer) that will set out three times a day (that’s 180 passes, please just keep going) forcing us (young and old, women and men, dogs, fox, raccoons and you get it?) to share a very narrow road that barely exists between a cliff and our neighbor’s kitchen window (howdy, neighbor) with 90 inexperienced and unguided, snowmobile or ATV trippers leaving from the core of our fair village.
Three of the seven homes on Turkey Creek Road, the portal to Shrine Pass, are exclusively octogenarian households. One family living there for 65 years; extended family showing up on most days of the week to each of the homes.
Everyone on the road is extremely anxious of the onslaught. Our elders are frightened and dismayed; their twilight years uncertain. Hard of hearing doesn’t seem to afflict them anything like it does our Town Council. Pray both groups find solace in common sense and good judgment, resulting in peace in the valley.
We live in a garden! Respect it! Say no! If you see a cliff dweller say “no!” see his smile and hear him say “no!”
If you know someone on the Board of Trustees say “no!” to motorized recreational vehicle rentals from the center of the town of Red Cliff, established 1878 and saved (put it on your calendars) June 23 at 6 p.m.
Show up early. Show pride in your ride. See the community and get motivated to let everyone know what you think and feel.
Can you help us lift this?