Being without my camera was especially painful because there were dozens and dozens and DOZENS of Mountain bluebirds flying everywhere and on every fence post. I even tried putting the phone camera lens onto the binoculars. This is all I could produce but not bad for the technique.
We saw some herds of wild horses in the distance. (Same technique-through the binoculars)
Lots of untold stories in the abandoned buildings along this dirt byway.
What happened to the family that occupied this home? Why did they leave and where did they go?
Looks like the foundation was hand made from local rocks. These deserted dwellings make me think that for all our efforts, we really are only ashes to ashes, after a very short time here on earth.
The gravel road we were on ended at Route 24 and a tiny village called Hartsel. What a fun eclectic collection of buildings clustered here.
The local school
A local, active, and busy garage, complete with cars being worked on in the driveway
The corner Saloon and grocery store
Great way to advertise.
Not sure if this is for real or a joke
The return trip on Highway 24 took us over Wilkerson Pass at 9,507 feet
I believe that is Pikes Peak in the background.
Splashes of gold all along the road
We spent the weekend in a non-electric site because- again- electric sites were all reserved. Not bad, but it is back to electric hookup on Sunday night.