This piece was inspired by many long nights at the cabin in Heeney this winter. Heeney is a magical little town that sits in the shadow of the Gore Range... one of the burliest mountain ranges in Colorado. There are no easy access routes, and many of the peaks are still unnamed. They are mysterious and powerful. Once you turn off the main road going from Silverthorne to Kremmling and head west towards Heeney, it feels like driving into another dimension. No phones, no internet, and hardly any other people around. It's beautiful in the daytime, but straight up scary at night. There are no lights except for the moon and stars. I freaked myself out a few times thinking about what could be lurking in the shadows... Who knows what types of rarely-seen beasts call this place home :)