Mr. Clark, you are a man after my own heart. Thank you for your article in the Steamboat Pilot regarding the term “mud season.” The description is only in the mind of the new people who use it. Unlike what you write, that “old habits die hard,” this isn’t really that old of a habit.

I was born in Steamboat Springs 93 years ago and have always called Steamboat Springs my home. My mother and father used to tell people we lived in a “pretty little town in a small pocket of the Rocky Mountains.”

As a little girl, spring was a time to look for turkey peas and buttercups for the May baskets we made because it was spring. Yes, spring was bursting out all over. Mud puddles? Sure, and we just hopped over them, thinking they came with the buttercups. We were happy for the new summer coming when we could plant some seeds for fresh vegetables and the rhubarb was up and ready to be eaten.

More power to you, Mr. Clark. Let’s get back to spring and fall. Enough of the negative. On with the positive. You have called the problem to the attention of the residents of our town. Hopefully, others will see the negativism in mud season and get back to the good old days.

Sincerely,

Annabeth Light Lockhart

Steamboat Springs