Updated on September 3, 2015
The year was 1966 and the goal was to bring more tourists to town. Mines were declining and the town desperately needed another source of revenue. A young minister who loved theatre, convinced the Creede Jaycees that summer stock was just what the town needed and surely some college students would find the challenge irresistible. They didn’t have much to offer: an old opera house and $32 in the bank.
Even co-founder, Steve Grossman admits, “The first time we looked at the old opera house, it seemed impossible. It was decrepit, holes in the wall, seats broken.”
Posted on March 29, 2013
His name is Elias. A week ago today he came to our medical clinic in La Campina, the village where he lives in the Dominican Republic. His patient card listed his problems: headache, dizziness, stomach ache, shoulder pain and weight loss. It also said he stopped taking his blood pressure medicine a week ago. His blood pressure was 204/100. I thought it had to be a mistake. We took it three times and the numbers never moved. Read More
Updated on October 29, 2016
Let me suggest the soundtrack. Yes, a little somber spanish guitar, but the overriding sound you need to imagine while looking at the slides that follow is the wind: a loud, powerful, constant wind. A wind that will force you to squat and hold on to rocks while crawling up to a vantage point for a photo. A wind that will pull a perfectly good tent from its stakes and send it flying over the campground to a cold goodnight in the bay. Read More
Updated on January 15, 2013
Thanks for watching this humble video. Think of it as a Valentine someone made you as a child. There was no fancy equipment used in its production–just a lot of important images, wonderful memories and love.
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Next adventure: the Patagonia region of Argentina and Chile.
Posted on June 24, 2012
Creede is a place where you can sit on your porch and watch the sun set on valleys that are miles away. The end of daylight often turns the peaks a soft shade of pink. The Rio Grande river looks like liquid silver on the edge of town when the light fades. That’s not the case this week. Read More