Out-of-the-way places often lead to unexpected discoveries. During a camping trip in Colorado’s San Isabel National Forest a few weeks back, my husband and I enjoyed two calm nights under a full moon at Davenport Campground adjacent to Squirrel Creek, where large historic markers recount a fascinating chapter in local history, and what follows is … Continue reading Did They Dance the Charleston?
In celebration of the first day of autumn, my husband and I make our customary pilgrimage into the mountains. Spoiled by a wide array of choices, we nonetheless seem to gravitate to Pancake Rocks year after year. As we leave Colorado Springs and wind up Ute Pass, we detect first flecks of orange among the scrub oak, and … Continue reading Fall Equinox
While hiking the Paul Intemann Memorial Trail between Crystal Park Road and Ruxton Avenue not long ago, scenes of Manitou Springs gradually unfold, and with them reminders of how marketable the hamlet has been from the moment it was put on the map. Since George Ruxton, British explorer, travel writer, and namesake of a prominent … Continue reading A View of Manitou
Cameron Cone, at a height of 10,707 feet, does not figure among the tallest giants of Colorado, or even the Front Range, but its conspicuous shape and situation as one of Pikes Peak’s sentinels have always fascinated me. Until a recent invitation to join a small group of Colorado Mountain Club trekkers as a guest, I … Continue reading Pikes Peak’s Little Brother
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