No politics. We have a family gathering the first weekend of May in the town of Maybell, CO, population >500 most days. Not a reunion, we aren’t that organized. My previous post explains the horse drive. This post is random photos with comments. The header picture is the North End of Rocky Mountain National Park taken near the summit of Cameron Pass on CO 14.
In this series, four generations are present.
My father’s grave. It remains the home of a badger that, over the years, has resisted all attempts to displace him. My sister and I are not concerned; we know our Dad would be laughing his ass off.
40° 24’ 21.73” N 108° 23’ 14.17” W
Elevation 6676’
North Park
Not my usual post. Hope you find it of interest.
6 comments:
I'm sure there were some interesting conversations! Glad you made it!
Thanks. We are a talkative clan.
North Park is what SLW would call "desolate". I find the history of this area tyo be fascinating. All the stuff we were taught and heard about in grade school is here. See that road called "Overland Trail"? Yep, it's that Overland Trail. Pony Express, stage coaches, Swing Stations, Mountain Men trappers and INJUNS!
North Park was once a giant lake. In places you can see ancient shorelines. A rich Englishman named Gore entered the park and found it rich in game. They slaughtered everything indiscriminately. The park had a railroad as coal mines fed the Union Pacific along with timber. My ancestor, Charles Latham, arrived from Wisconsin and operated a sawmill and ranch in the Southwest Corner at the foot of Buffalo Pass. The coal mine closed after the UP went diesel. The railroad survived into the 1980's. There is small scale oil production and logging but the main economic driver is ranching. Some interesting YouTube stuff can be found by entering Colorado Wyoming Railroad.
A badger taking over your gravesite is not a bad way to be remembered, when you think about it.
Dad was a lifelong poacher. One year deer velvet rub was hanging from that juniper tree. That buck had to stand on the grave to reach the branch. Deer scat is always around the area. All of that my Dad would have found amusing. The idea a deer would piss on his grave would make him laugh out loud.
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