Thanksgiving morning we went for some fresh air along the Clear Creek path in Golden, CO. The hard cold weather has changed to very bearable temps which are normal for November into December. I am still adjusting to the altitude and I am not yet feeling my best, but I took some snapshots of the place
My son lives in Golden. The city was the original capital of Colorado. It has a gracious downtown that does not look like a tourist destination. It has retained the calm of real life as a small American town with under twenty thousand inhabitants. Coors beer is brewed here with the celebrated alpine waters from the Rockies. Its university is the famous Colorado School of Mines. The streets carry art depicting the history and myths of the place. I particularly liked the cowboy statues, my son prefers the trout fisherman, which is huge, with a very tall rod, pulling-in a large brown trout amid rushing waters captured in bronze.
The Clear Creek is now covered with ice left by the bad weather that skirted us earlier, but in Summer it is a white water run for kayakers, rafters, and others adventurous souls. It is not very wide. I was told that at first snow-melt from the high Rockies it can become turbulent, requiring good skills to run it.
Here is a little school house that looks like it came out of a fairy tale book, but it was functional for the City of Golden until the 1950s – of course I do understand that it is a very very long time ago in the U.S. ! ( oh, hum, I come from Europe where nothing is old until 300+ years have passed…). The landscape is all brown in Winter. It becomes green in Summer.
here is a log fence that reflects a rustic style of living
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