Reflection on spending a day in Gilpin County
By Allan Tucker
It was a clear crisp morning. The rain from the day before had left a heavy mist on the grass and a light fog was sifting through the ponderosas and lifting off Missouri Lake. Out in a meadow was a small herd of elk, all young cows. Probably one of the last before moving on up to higher ground for the season. A few ran, jumped and chased each other. I guess even they felt the excitement of the day. No prettier picture could be painted, even in a story book. It seems the immensity of these high-up mountains causes some folks to shrink back and head back to the low lands.
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