Word: colorados
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...house at any given moment. The idea is that once a homeowner sees what he is actually spending for electricity, he will become far more conscientious about turning off lights and, in the case of electric heat, lowering the thermostat. According to tests by the University of Colorado, monitors can bring down electricity consumption in the home by some 12% per year. The most sophisticated device being sold is the Fitch Energy Monitor, which retails...
...looks," he says with appropriate cynicism. "It can be very boring, you know. I don't think I'd like to act full time. There just isn't enough time to see your friends," His real ambition, he confesses, is to have a farm in Colorado with his friends Tom and Scott...
...Boston to Washington drive--there is no "real world" to disturb the traveller. Even further west, until the Great Plains start their ascent to the Rockies, the world is unequivocally man's--safe and predictable. There is not a mile of road, from Illinois to Nebraska, down into Colorado, that passes through unfenced land. Along every mile you can see farm buildings, a town--organized, controlled, regular use, of the land. The great four-day show unwinds, leaving me spectator to the true-to-life drama around...
Grand Junction, Colorado, a town like a hundred other western towns, stretched like rags on a clothesline down five or six miles of four-lane mainstreet, motels and chain store steak restaurants dangling off the side, was the journey's nadir. Planted in the middle of nowhere--away from the mountains, on the edge of the desert--its only excuse was the conflation of the Gunnison and Colorado Rivers. Like my automobile, the town itself is an escape hatch. Nothing strange penetrates past the jacked-up cars in which everyone cruises...
Unfortunately, Utah and Nevada generally defeat such attempts. As I left town, the land changed from low foothill country of Colorado. Watered hillocks gave way to the terrifying, barren and twisted land that sees less than seven inches of rain a year. The road, no longer flanked by fences and farms, cannot remain a symbol of man's secure hold on his own turf. It seems instead an imposition, almost an irrelevance. As I passed the turnoff to Salt Lake other motorists evaporated. I was left all alone on a superhighway, seeing five cars in half an hour...