After our walking tour of Denver and our trip out to Wheatridge, Cousin Don and I had lunch (Yum! Lunch!) at a drive-in restaurant. It was warm enough that we ate with the windows open. Cousin Don says that is one of the things he loves about Colorado. It snows and the snow piles-up like it would back there in Minnesota, but then it gets nice out, the weather warms up, and unless you are up in the mountains. The snow melts away and you can ride your bike or go play in the parks.
The brass dragon sits in a park on Cold Creek in the center of the town. Golden is what you would expect to see in a western frontier town. Bits of the town have been restored to what it would have looked like when the state was settled.
After our walk in the park, we went into the mountains. As we crossed the “hogback” a ridge “Pennsylvania” sandstone that juts out of the ground at a nearly vertical angle, we pulled over at a place called Dinosaur Ridge.
The ripples that the water made lapping against that ancient shore are still visible on the tilted rock here. But what gives this particular part of the hogback the name Dinosaur Ridge are the multitude of dinosaur tracks that can be clearly seen crossing that ancient beach.
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As the afternoon wore-old, we took a look to the west and saw that the snow had started to fall east of us back over the piedmont. It was time to head home…
I hope that this report finds all of my friends back in Minnesota well!
Brownie – Still in Colorado
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