~ Breckenridge Brochure ~

What a summer – past tense. We’ve already seen snow on the peaks and below freezing temps, if you can believe it. This is the first morning I haven’t left the house in a jacket in a couple weeks. The Aspen trees are starting to turn golden yellow. They’ll change color then drop their leaves in a short time.

Work at WildernessSports is going nicely. I’ve been promoted to Assistant Manager. It’s been nice to work with them. Les, Aevyn and I have made some neat friends through work. I encourage you to have dinner with your co-workers and neighbors. A new couple moved into the connecting house next door so we had them over for home made nachos and cards. Ryan’s a long-time, local firefighter in Breckenridge’s Red White and Blue district. I expect Kelsie, a Breck teacher, to teach Les how to use her sewing machine. So does Les, by the way.

Rescue group is going well. I just finished getting my Flight Card Wednesday, a “ticket” to fly (let me be more specific), to ride, Flight For Life – our local air ambulance helicopter. We have quite a few visits from them and it will be nice to have the Card when the particular rescues arise.

My folks and both sets of grandparents came to the house. It was a pleasure to have them here. My grandparents have supported us in so many ways since day one. I’m happy that they can now, after two and half years, visualize where we are and what we’re doing looks like. They make me happy. They stayed down the street and mom and dad stayed in the office/extra room/knife/gun showroom. We’ve been having semi-frequent visits from a 700+ pound Black Bear. It’s bigger than my (broken down) motorcycle. I’d say safely, stands 7-8ft. tall. My parents were honored to have it knock down the trash can about 15ft from their window. Every night that it comes I have to go outside and flash the remote car lights to get it to go away. Les envisions the bear dragging me away to it’s den to devour my innards. There are verified reports of bears breaking down doors and ripping apart kitchens. Needless to say I keep a Springfield XD40, a .40 caliber pistol under the bed in a case. If it comes upstairs I’ll scream, just before I kill it for bear stroganoff, “WE MUST PROTECT THIS HOUSE!!!” like in the Underarmor commercials. Actually I’d probably scream like a small child and scoot my family on the roof.

Digressing – keep Les in your prayers. She is still seeing shortness of breath. I’ve been tracking her blood pressure and heart rate. Her BP has always been good and consistent. Her heart rate is dropping and staying in the 80s, a blessing. She has a stress test in Vail in a week or two at our cardiologist. I’m a month into EMT school and learning some little things to help me understand how the heart works.

I’ll write about some prayer needs for High Country Church on our site: www.tylernewberry.com. Thank you. We would love to hear from you.