If you're talking pure Angel Fire, you're talking pure moments.

Pure Wilderness... sitting on your porch with your kids, watching a pair of bull elk thrash it out, horns banging, racks clacking, and if you're close enough you can smell the wilds.

Pure Action...looking down off the lift between your skis, your buddy beside you, burrito on fire in your belly. It's going to be a champagne powder breakfast, and you can hardly sit still anticipating first tracks, again and again and again.

Pure Magic...you and your loved one, alone, a night out, there are never enough. Before you, on stage, sit unbelievable musicians, international stars and the small audience is silent, stunned by the beauty of the sounds.

It's the stuff you remember for years. All of it's the southern Rockies, all of it's New Mexico, all of it's Angel Fire.