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A reminder of the past at Sky Mountain Park
The “Hatch House” in the Brush Creek Valley.
What do a man dragged to an untimely death when his team of horses was spooked by a dead mule, a Wisconsinite who hauled the machinery of a sawmill over Independence Pass by sled in wintertime and a girl who caught a rabbit and sold it for 50 cents in order to buy stamps for her Christmas cards all have in common?
Spring is life-or-death time for some animals
An elk’s ribs are visible by spring at Sky Mountain Park.
Springtime in the Rockies is irresistible. A balmy afternoon is impetus enough to pump up bike tires, assemble a fishing rod or dig hiking boots from the back of the closet. The stomping grounds of our summer passions are calling. Don’t answer.
Pick up the poop – it’s your doody
Even before the first wildflowers of spring nudge upward through the matted detritus laid bare by the receding snow, something else will emerge in fetid, unsightly quantities. Nothing spells springtime in our corner of the Rockies like a winter’s worth of dog poo.
