{"id":2454201,"date":"2020-02-06T08:08:00","date_gmt":"2020-02-06T15:08:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.aspentimes.com\/?p=320348"},"modified":"2020-02-06T08:08:00","modified_gmt":"2020-02-06T15:08:00","slug":"those-were-the-days-gretls-ski-gangs-and-jill-sheeley","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/local-news\/those-were-the-days-gretls-ski-gangs-and-jill-sheeley\/","title":{"rendered":"Those Were the Days: Gretl\u2019s, Ski Gangs and Jill Sheeley"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"swift-gallery p402_hide\" readability=\"6.7696202531646\">\n<ul id=\"imageGallery-320348-766\" class=\"gallery list-unstyled\">\n<li data-thumb=\"https:\/\/cdn.aspentimes.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2020\/02\/cover-atw-020620-1-150x150.jpg\" data-src=\"https:\/\/cdn.aspentimes.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2020\/02\/cover-atw-020620-1-807x1024.jpg\" data-sub-html=\"Chris Cassatt\/Courtesy Aspen Historical Society, Cassatt COllection | Gretl's Restaurant on Aspen Mountain, photographed in 1975. Gretl Uhl and Barbara Guy are in the middle of the image.\" class=\"h-100\" readability=\"-0.5\">\n<div class=\"caption\" readability=\"10\">\n<p><strong>Gretl&#8217;s Restaurant on Aspen Mountain, photographed in 1975. Gretl Uhl and Barbara Guy are in the middle of the image.<\/strong><br \/>Chris Cassatt\/Courtesy Aspen Historical Society, Cassatt COllection<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"row no-gutters h-100\">\n<div class=\"col my-auto\"> <img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/cdn.aspentimes.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2020\/02\/cover-atw-020620-1-807x1024.jpg\" data-no-lazy=\"1\" alt=\"Gretl's Restaurant on Aspen Mountain, photographed in 1975. Gretl Uhl and Barbara Guy are in the middle of the image.\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/li>\n<li data-thumb=\"https:\/\/cdn.aspentimes.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2020\/02\/cover-atw-020620-1-1-150x150.jpg\" data-src=\"https:\/\/cdn.aspentimes.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2020\/02\/cover-atw-020620-1-1-819x1024.jpg\" data-sub-html=\"Courtesy photo | Jill and Donnie Sheeley outside the Agate Lodge, circa 1975. Jill Sheeley's new memoir \" those were the days recounts her experiences in aspen class=\"h-100\" readability=\"-1\">\n<div class=\"caption\" readability=\"9\">\n<p><strong>Jill and Donnie Sheeley outside the Agate Lodge, circa 1975. Jill Sheeley&#8217;s new memoir &#8220;Those Were the Days&#8221; recounts her experiences in Aspen in the &#8217;70s.<\/strong><br \/>Courtesy photo<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"row no-gutters h-100\">\n<div class=\"col my-auto\"> <img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/cdn.aspentimes.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2020\/02\/cover-atw-020620-1-1-819x1024.jpg\" data-no-lazy=\"1\" alt=\"Jill and Donnie Sheeley outside the Agate Lodge, circa 1975. Jill Sheeley's new memoir \" those were the days recounts her experiences in aspen><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/li>\n<li data-thumb=\"https:\/\/cdn.aspentimes.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2020\/02\/cover-atw-020620-1-2-150x150.jpg\" data-src=\"https:\/\/cdn.aspentimes.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2020\/02\/cover-atw-020620-1-2-673x1024.jpg\" data-sub-html=\"Aspen Times file | \" class=\"h-100\">\n<div class=\"caption\">\n<p><strong><\/strong><br \/>Aspen Times file<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"row no-gutters h-100\">\n<div class=\"col my-auto\"> <img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/cdn.aspentimes.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2020\/02\/cover-atw-020620-1-2-673x1024.jpg\" data-no-lazy=\"1\" alt><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/li>\n<li data-thumb=\"https:\/\/cdn.aspentimes.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2020\/02\/cover-atw-020620-1-3-150x150.jpg\" data-src=\"https:\/\/cdn.aspentimes.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2020\/02\/cover-atw-020620-1-3-682x1024.jpg\" data-sub-html=\"Courtesy image | Jill Sheeley's new memoir, \" those were the days: memories of an aspen hippie chick. class=\"h-100\" readability=\"-1.5\">\n<div class=\"caption\" readability=\"8\">\n<p><strong>Jill Sheeley&#8217;s new memoir, &#8220;Those Were the Days: Memories of an Aspen Hippie Chick.&#8221;<\/strong><br \/>Courtesy image<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"row no-gutters h-100\">\n<div class=\"col my-auto\"> <img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/cdn.aspentimes.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2020\/02\/cover-atw-020620-1-3-682x1024.jpg\" data-no-lazy=\"1\" alt=\"Jill Sheeley's new memoir, \" those were the days: memories of an aspen hippie chick.><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/li>\n<li data-thumb=\"https:\/\/cdn.aspentimes.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2020\/02\/cover-atw-020620-1-4-150x150.jpg\" data-src=\"https:\/\/cdn.aspentimes.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2020\/02\/cover-atw-020620-1-4-1024x768.jpg\" data-sub-html=\"Aspen Times file | \" class=\"h-100\">\n<div class=\"caption\">\n<p><strong><\/strong><br \/>Aspen Times file<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"row no-gutters h-100\">\n<div class=\"col my-auto\"> <img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/cdn.aspentimes.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2020\/02\/cover-atw-020620-1-4-1024x768.jpg\" data-no-lazy=\"1\" alt><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/li>\n<li data-thumb=\"https:\/\/cdn.aspentimes.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2020\/02\/cover-atw-020620-1-5-150x150.jpg\" data-src=\"https:\/\/cdn.aspentimes.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2020\/02\/cover-atw-020620-1-5-729x1024.jpg\" data-sub-html=\"Chris Cassatt | One b\/w photograph of Gretl's Restaurant on Aspen Mountain, 1975-. Gretl Uhl and Barbara Guy are in the middle of the image.\" class=\"h-100\" readability=\"-1\">\n<div class=\"caption\" readability=\"9\">\n<p><strong>One b\/w photograph of Gretl&#8217;s Restaurant on Aspen Mountain, 1975-. Gretl Uhl and Barbara Guy are in the middle of the image.<\/strong><br \/>Chris Cassatt<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"row no-gutters h-100\">\n<div class=\"col my-auto\"> <img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/cdn.aspentimes.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2020\/02\/cover-atw-020620-1-5-729x1024.jpg\" data-no-lazy=\"1\" alt=\"One b\/w photograph of Gretl's Restaurant on Aspen Mountain, 1975-. Gretl Uhl and Barbara Guy are in the middle of the image.\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/li>\n<li data-thumb=\"https:\/\/cdn.aspentimes.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2020\/02\/cover-atw-020620-1-6-150x150.jpg\" data-src=\"https:\/\/cdn.aspentimes.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2020\/02\/cover-atw-020620-1-6-729x1024.jpg\" data-sub-html=\"Chris Cassatt | One b\/w photograph of Gretl's Restaurant on Aspen Mountain, 1975-. Gretl Uhl and Barbara Guy are in the middle of the image.\" class=\"h-100\" readability=\"-1\">\n<div class=\"caption\" readability=\"9\">\n<p><strong>One b\/w photograph of Gretl&#8217;s Restaurant on Aspen Mountain, 1975-. Gretl Uhl and Barbara Guy are in the middle of the image.<\/strong><br \/>Chris Cassatt<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"row no-gutters h-100\">\n<div class=\"col my-auto\"> <img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/cdn.aspentimes.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2020\/02\/cover-atw-020620-1-6-729x1024.jpg\" data-no-lazy=\"1\" alt=\"One b\/w photograph of Gretl's Restaurant on Aspen Mountain, 1975-. Gretl Uhl and Barbara Guy are in the middle of the image.\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p class=\"caption-toggle\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.aspentimes.com\/news\/those-were-the-days-gretls-ski-gangs-and-jill-sheeley\/#\" class=\"show-captions\">Show Captions<\/a><a href=\"https:\/\/www.aspentimes.com\/news\/those-were-the-days-gretls-ski-gangs-and-jill-sheeley\/#\" class=\"hide-captions\">Hide Captions<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">Jill Sheeley is the literary toast of Aspen this winter. The release party for the longtime local\u2019s memoir, \u201cThose Were the Days: Memories of an Aspen Hippie Chick,\u201d drew an exuberant overflow crowd to the Mountain Chalet in December. With Sheeley hosting, signing books and sharing a slideshow, old-timers took the microphone to remember the time when Aspen was a ski bum Shangri-La, when Lenado was full of loggers and hippies and the Agate Lodge was ground zero of the Aspen counterculture.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">The book recounts her time in Aspen, from her first visit as a high schooler in 1968, through the freewheeling hippie era, recounting her courtship with the late ski patroller and sailor Don Sheeley, powder days, wild nights and restaurant gigs.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">Sheeley\u2019s celebration of the 1970s has quickly joined the canon of Aspen nonfiction books alongside indispensable local titles like \u201cThe Quiet Years\u201d and \u201cWhiteout.\u201d She has shared two of her favorite memories with the Aspen Times Weekly. \u2014 Andrew Travers<\/p>\n<h3>ON THE LINE AT GRETL\u2019S<\/h3>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\"><span>I was up at the Ruedi Reservoir in the late fall of 1972 to help Donnie put away all the city boats and gear. Charles \u201cLefty\u201d Brinkman, the head of Aspen Highlands ski school, came up to me to explain that the lady who worked the private-lesson desk on the mountain had come back to town and would be taking back the job I\u2019d held under Lefty. We drove back to Aspen and I faced the reality that I didn\u2019t have a job. I could still be a ski instructor, but I had decided teaching skiing was not my thing.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">But, per usual, within a few days something came through. I heard that Gretl Uhl, who ran the famous, quaint little restaurant at the base of Tourtelotte Park on Aspen Mountain, was looking for someone part-time during the lunch rush in exchange for a full ski pass. I went to her little Victorian house in the West End, sat down at her kitchen table covered with a Bavarian tablecloth and was served piping hot delicious apple strudel and strong, black coffee. We chatted for hours. It was the best interview I ever had.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">Gretl moved to Aspen in 1953 and fulfilled her dream of owning an authentic European-style restaurant in the mountains. Her family owned and operated such a restaurant in Garmisch-Partenkirchen, Germany (Aspen\u2019s first Sister City). Gretl couldn\u2019t believe skiers were happy with canned soups and packaged foods. She wanted to serve skiers the best food, everything fresh and homemade. It didn\u2019t take long for skiers to realize where to eat on Aspen Mountain.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">She developed her own recipe for apple strudel and it was a phenomenon. This delicious dessert was highly coveted. People loved it, they stood in long lines for it, they dreamt about it and they reserved it like a limited fine wine. Devotees from all around the country ordered it so they could savor it at home. This concoction of homemade pastry, wrapped around apples (peeled and cored by an antique hand-operated machine) had customers drooling. Many customers were truly addicted.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">I was hired on the spot. Gretl relayed my job description: I would carefully and delicately cut the famous strudel and hide it for skiers who had reserved it. I\u2019d add homemade whipped cream and later I\u2019d call out grill orders. Sounded great to me. Plus, I could eat whatever was left in the strudel pan (well, everyone on the grill line split what was left). I would work the two-hour lunch rush, five days a week for my ski pass.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">There is really nothing that compares to the smell of Gretl\u2019s freshly baked strudel. Skiers would tell me they could smell it halfway up Ajax. Gretl worked hard every day of ski season. She would be up at the restaurant early, she\u2019d work all day and always had a smile on her face. Gretl often wore her German dirndl to work and her hair was always perfect. She looked like she was going out for a fancy luncheon instead of running a busy restaurant. She was short and didn\u2019t look athletic, but boy, could she ski. One afternoon when I worked late, she asked me to ski down the mountain with her.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">Sure, I said, but I thought I\u2019d have to wait every few seconds. She took off and I barely saw her until we reached the bottom of Little Nell. Unbeknownst to me she had been on the German National Team and totally surprised me that day.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">I loved everyone I worked with: PJ, Sigrid Stapleton, Bryce Maple, Sally Mencimer, Barbara Guy, Rob Baxter, Nina, Leslie, Gus and Carol, Captain, Chris and Julie. Many of the crew worked my opposite shift: Peter, Jimmy, Russel, David, John, Tim, Owen and Kenny. How lucky we were to have worked at Gretl\u2019s.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">At the end of the day, no matter the weather conditions, Gretl would be one of the last skiers down, right before the patrol sweep. Little did anyone know, but in her backpack, she carried hundreds of dollars from the day\u2019s cash register \u2014 this was before most people used credit cards. Luckily, she always made it to the bank safely.<\/p>\n<h3>SKI GANGMEMBERS<\/h3>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\"><span>I\u2019ve done many sports in my life, but I have to say, skiing remains my favorite.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">Every time I get out there on any mountain, within the first turn, I feel the joy and freedom skiing brings me. When I first started skiing Aspen Mountain regularly in 1972, all I ever heard about was the Bell Mountain Buck-Off (or known to many as the Rumble on the Ridge). It happened every year mid-April and gave the ski gangs a chance to strut their stuff. The first time I went I couldn\u2019t believe how many people showed up to cheer on these daring groups of expert skiers. It was an Aspen happening and the Flyers (many people know them as the Flynn Flyers), the Bell Mountain Buckaroos and the Acme Racing Team did not disappoint.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">That\u2019s when the reality of ski gangs appeared in my consciousness. I loved the idea of skiing with a bunch of friends like the other ski gangs did. They pushed each other, and I was a fan. Our gang, the Powder Sluts, began when Mari Peyton, Polly Ross and Karen Kraft got together to ski on powder days, as other friends didn\u2019t enjoy skiing in blizzards when conditions could be challenging. Once I learned to ski powder, I realized skiing in a whiteout was a bonus since it left most people in front of a fire drinking hot chocolate or something stronger.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">One 8-inch powder day at Snowmass, Mari, Karen and Polly were skiing together and a random guy got on the double chairlift with Mari and said, \u201cI\u2019ve been following you gals. You\u2019re just a bunch of powder sluts.\u201d And the term stuck. Adding to that crew was Gail Check and Michaela Game. And with time, others joined in.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">A year later on an epic powder day, I ran into the ladies at Snowmass after skiing with Donnie, and they asked me to join them. I was honored and we skied many \u201csecret\u201d spots where we had fresh tracks hours after the tourists skied the main runs. I was one of the Powder Sluts before the day was over!<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">This is how it worked for us: In the early morning, if there was more than 6 inches of powder, we\u2019d all get on speed dial (yes, on land lines) and yell out, \u201cpowder alert.\u201d We usually met at Snowmass Ski Area the second the lift started in order to get first tracks. There\u2019s a transferable energy that happens when several people are whooping and hollering and enjoying the same rush of skiing fresh, untracked powder. Of course, I love to ski by myself but something magical happens in a group.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">We were not sluts and were not promiscuous but we lived for powder (and still do). OK, if you want to know the acronym: SLUTS stands for \u201cseeking light, untracked snow.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">We were so proud of our ski gang that we had ski suits with our gang name embroidered on the back and hats to identify us. I always loved when four or five of us flew into a lift line laughing and excited, and someone would comment on how cool it was that we loved to ski powder so much.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">Another distant memory was of the slow chairlifts. Yes, the high-speed chairs have their benefits but many of us at the time of transition were saddened that we could no longer have a long conversation or get to know someone in the time it took to get to the top. Plus, the powder snow got skied out much faster. Mari was so upset she started making up a song to the tune of \u201cSlow Hand\u201d by the Pointer Sisters. We called it \u201cSlow Lift.\u201d Other Sluts added lines:<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\"><span>I want a mountain with a slow lift<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">Snow that\u2019s soft and light with deep drifts<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">On a long slow ride with only you by my side<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">What secrets we do confide<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">As we let our legs rest<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">That\u2019s when you first confessed<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">You like skiing with me the best<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">One year, we had a decorated float in the Wintersk\u00f6l parade and belted out the song, waved a lot and threw out candy to the kids.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">Of course, I remember how I struggled when I first began. And I know how hard it is to learn to flow effortlessly through powder snow. I have many girlfriends who come out to visit and will only ski on bluebird days with hard-packed snow. The minute it starts to snow over 4 inches, they tell me suddenly they don\u2019t know how to ski anymore, and they don\u2019t like to ski in a snowstorm. As I\u2019ve said before, skiing powder takes a totally new skill set. I\u2019ve always loved the quiet solitude of skiing in a quiet blizzard. You see by feeling the snow and staying close to the trees for some definition.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">I vividly remember the day I \u201cgot it.\u201d I had always tried to power my way through the snow. One day I simply quit fighting and the magic happened. I couldn\u2019t teach this to anyone. I\u2019m sure every skier has had that moment at one time or another when you just feel one with the mountain. It\u2019s a very personal, spiritual feeling and it keeps you coming back over and over.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">A few years back, the Aspen Historical Society had an event and invited all present and past ski gangs. We Powder Sluts showed up in full force, as did so many gangs that I never knew about.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">In those days we didn\u2019t have the \u201cfat boys\u201d or the wide skis that help to ski powder more easily. We were all strong skiers who had a huge passion for the fluff. We were known to take off work on a powder morning and work extra hours on the weekends. It was true \u2014 we couldn\u2019t get enough.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.aspentimes.com\/news\/those-were-the-days-gretls-ski-gangs-and-jill-sheeley\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">via:: The Aspen Times<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Gretl&#8217;s Restaurant on Aspen Mountain, photographed in 1975. Gretl Uhl and Barbara Guy are in the middle of the image.Chris Cassatt\/Courtesy Aspen Historical Society, Cassatt COllection Jill and Donnie Sheeley outside the Agate Lodge, circa 1975. Jill Sheeley&#8217;s new memoir &#8220;Those Were the Days&#8221; recounts her experiences in Aspen in the &#8217;70s.Courtesy photo Aspen Times [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[49],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2454201","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","category-local-news"],"acf":[],"publishpress_future_action":{"enabled":false,"date":"2026-08-18 17:06:30","action":"change-status","newStatus":"draft","terms":[],"taxonomy":"category","extraData":[]},"publishpress_future_workflow_manual_trigger":{"enabledWorkflows":[]},"distributor_meta":false,"distributor_terms":false,"distributor_media":false,"distributor_original_site_name":"KSPN The Valley&#039;s Quality Rock","distributor_original_site_url":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn","push-errors":false,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2454201","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2454201"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2454201\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2454201"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2454201"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2454201"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}