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The eBook version is the easiest way to step into the world of The Furry Mountain Monkeys of Aspen, Colorado. It arrives instantly, lives on whatever screen you already love, and keeps the mountains, the monkeys, and those glowing green eyes right at your fingertips.

It also offers a gentle nod to the trees. No boxes. No shipping. No waiting around wondering where your story went. Just a clean, simple download that’s ready when you are.

It’s priced to make saying “why not?” feel like the right move, and once it’s yours, it tends to stick. This is one of those stories that lingers—somewhere between a childhood memory and a late-night thought you didn’t see coming.

If you find yourself relating to a moment when you were the one in need and someone offered help with no strings attached, pass it along. Stories like this carry that forward—the choice to help, the chance to be accepted, and the ways we adapt for one another.

Now to the Book

This is a children’s book that behaves like it has lived a few lives. It presents itself as a gentle rhyming story about a boy and some unusually thoughtful monkeys, then quietly unfolds into Aspen history and a study in how living things decide whether to help a stranger or protect themselves.

At first glance, it is simple. A boy skis. A boy crashes. A boy is found by a troop of small, light-brown monkeys with glowing green eyes—which sounds charming until you consider that glowing eyes tend to complicate neighborly relations. One can only imagine the jungle meetings. Sleep disrupted. Predators alerted. A general sense that these monkeys, while lovely in spirit, had begun to function more as lighting fixtures than residents. Eviction by larger primates becomes the likely outcome, and out of the jungle they are forced, with the landlords no doubt keeping their deposit.

Which is how we arrive at the old mining caves—remnants of a time when men followed silver into the mountain with equal parts ambition and a strong desire for warmth more reliable than their underperforming Sears and Roebuck catalog cabins, insulated with old newspapers and tobacco spit.

Deep in those silver mines, the monkeys establish something remarkable: a hidden ecosystem powered by a hot sulfur spring and their own inconveniently useful eyes. The same trait that pushed them out of the jungle becomes the foundation of their survival here. The glow feeds the plants. The plants feed the monkeys. The monkeys, now properly zoned, live undisturbed.

Until the boy arrives.

He is injured, half-conscious, and exactly the kind of problem a secret-dependent species learns to avoid. Helping him introduces risk. Leaving him introduces a different kind of cost. The decision sits there, heavy and immediate. And this is where the story shifts from charming to revealing.

They help him.

With full awareness of what it could mean. They bring him into the cave, into the warmth, into the system they have protected for generations. They choose connection over self-preservation—a decision that carries weight every time it is made.

The boy heals in their world. He joins them in song, which feels like something that would be difficult to explain later, and is. He stays long enough to understand that what they have built is sustained, protected, and quietly generous.

The day comes when he must leave, because leaving is part of the arrangement. He returns to town with a story that asks for belief and receives something closer to polite dismissal. The Ski Patrol listens with the practiced patience of EMTs who have heard many things on a mountain after a skier meets a poorly aligned lift pad—and learned to sort them efficiently.

But the story holds. And for anyone who has lived a moment that others could not quite understand, this book will feel familiar.

What remains is less about whether the monkeys exist and more about what they chose to do when it mattered. A hidden system. A calculated risk. A connection. An acceptance. A decision to help someone who could undo everything simply by surviving and speaking.

Aspen itself has evolved in a similar way—through adaptation, reinvention, and a willingness to carry forward what came before. The end of the silver boom gave way to a long, uncertain stretch. Ranchers and Italian potato farmers found fertile ground and made use of what remained—the rail lines that once carried silver now moving crops to market. Then came another shift, when Elizabeth Paepcke arrived during World War II, saw something others had overlooked, and recognized her husband Walter’s vision of a place where mind, body, and spirit could exist in harmony. Her belief, and his trust in it, helped shape Aspen into the world-class destination it is today.

The monkeys follow a similar arc. They take what remains, adapt, and build something that works. The story rests there: resilience in uncertainty, perseverance through change, acceptance, and the kind of risk that carries the possibility of something better.

A Book Born From a Three-Line Ad

This book exists because of a classified ad. Three lines in the Aspen Daily News, read while the author was searching for a job that felt slightly more promising than moving furniture:

“Write children’s book. Incorporate Aspen history. Submit for contest.”

That was it. No further instructions. No guarantees. Just an open invitation. So he tried.

What emerged is a story layered with real Aspen history—woven into the mountain, the landscape, and the culture of a town that has always drawn people willing to follow something uncertain.

Enjoy the book. Share it with someone who might need it. And if you have a story of your own that no one has ever believed, you are in good company.

You can find the author on Facebook and the monkeys on Instagram.