Overheard

Ahead lay adventure and certain danger. I was thrilled but nervous. OK, let me be honest: I was scared to death! But there was no turning back. I was 7 years-old. I would no longer be considered a little kid. I must go on. Death, I decided, would be better than being called a sissy baby. There were two pipes going over the gully on the western side of Anvil Points, CO, the Federal Bur...