About a month ago, I went into Basalt for breakfast, about 8:30 a.m., couldn’t find a parking space. Ended up down by the Aspenalt Lodge and Taylor Creek Fly Shop, depending on the kindness of.
We sat around the table, four of us. Three who knew what they were talking about, and me. The adage, “We don’t know what we don’t know,” holds ever so true; but when it comes.