June 8, 2018
Devon O’Neil, Vail-Beaver Creek Magazine – Just before nine on a moody July morning, a Polaris Ranger rolls to a stop outside my cabin high above the Colorado River, 50 miles west of Vail. I had heard Jim Bair was a large man, but when he unfolds himself from the cab of his muck-spattered ATV, he towers over me like a redwood, all six-foot-seven of him, and extends a calloused hand that envelops mine like a catcher’s mitt gloves a ball.