They've filled up Colorado and are migrating north.
Back around 1999 my work partner and I were finishing up one of our last 10-day stints of the summer cruising around western CO and living out of the back of a CDOW pickup. We drove through Lake City and took advantage of the payphone to check out our information "hotline" (no cell phones!) and the opportunity to pick up a 6-pack each to soothe our parched throats for the last night in the field. I walked into the liquor store and there was a verifiable blonde, blue-eyed angel standing behind the counter wearing an A&M tee shirt.
She spoke to me in the sweetest, most innocent southern voice I do believe I had ever heard, and she paid far more interest to the stinky, scruffy, 9-days-without-a-shower dude standing in front of her than was logical if I would have taken a minute to think logically. As I my eyes scanned the beer cooler she queried, "have you ever had chili beer?" No ma'am, I don't believe I have, but (please) tell me more. "You should try that Cave Creek Chili Beer. It's really good." Now the idea of mixing something hot (chile) with that ice-cold nectar I'd been thinking about all day didn't sound like the best thing in my mind, but those eyes were so blue, and that voice.... Hell, it's beer. How bad could it be?
As my sun-cracked lips felt like they were going to melt right off my face in camp later that night, I swore off trusting another Texan. You have fun with them up in the GYE.