Day 6

1 Jun

“From the cold Rocky Mountains of Denver, I can almost see Calhoun from here.” That’s how the old Bobby Bare song goes, or something like that. As you head into the Rockies on I-70 out of Denver, you get a nice view of snow-capped peaks, even on June 1. The road , however, winds through passes so the peaks tend to play hide and seek.

We crossed the Great Divide in the Eisenhower Tunnel, something of a letdown . The mountains are stunning, amazingly tall, but they lack the lush plant life of the Appalachians. Vogel Park in Georgia claims that more different species of plants grow in that park than n the entire state of Colorado.

A few thoughts about our drive through the Rockies:

The passage through Glenwood Canyon is the most amazing part of the trip. Here the Colorado River does some practice for the Grand Canyon. Highway engineers seem to have attached the Interstate to the sides of the Canyon – literally.

The trip through the Rockies is not really a wilderness experience. There are little towns all along the route, actually some are rather famous, Silverthorne, Vail, Glenwood Springs. Pseudo-alpine architecture lines the Interstate. Ski slopes scar the mountains.

Doc Holliday is buried at Glenwood Springs. Unfortunately his grave is at the end of a long, steep trail, plus the grave might not be his. We settled for photographing the trailhead.

There is a statue of Mike the Headless Chicken in Fruita, Colorado – pronounce that Froot-a. Mike’s owner cut Mike’s head off, but Mike did not die. For almost 18 months Mike lived the life of ease on the carnival circuit. Pieces of corn were pushed down his throat as was water from a dropper. Turns out the chicken didn’t need much of a brain stem to stay alive. I don’t want to say that chickens aren’t smart, but Mike did live better without a head than with one. Only Fruita and a few others know Mike these days.

Silt , Colorado, has a four-sided relief carving of animals and sports enthusiasts. Oddly the rock climber is naked and his large rear end stands out.

The western slopes, as they move toward Utah, becomes more and more barren until desert is all that is left.

Southern Utah is mostly a desert, beautiful but a little depressing. If you remember Copper Hill, Tennessee in the 50’s and 60’s you have a sense of the Utah desert.

We’re spending the night in Green River, Utah, a town made up mostly of motels
. Tomorrow we head into the red rock country of Southern Utah.


One Response to “Day 6”

  1. Gail Satterfield June 2, 2012 at 4:48 pm #

    Enjoying your blog. Cool in Calhoun today (high 70’s) Got your card. Take care and keep in touch.

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