A very nice weekend is coming to a close. Yesterday Jerry and I drove out to eastern Colorado to drop a neighbor's old ewe off at the Fowler livestock sale barn (that was rather sad for our neighbor who loves her sheep, but the ewe tends to have triplets and only has half an udder so she felt it was time to cull).
Jerry was looking for some young steers to feed for next year but there weren't any that he liked. I get a kick out of "auctioneer speech" and this auctioneer is quite a character. He and his assistants on the floor talk quite openly about who's who on the Fowler police beat. "Yeah, I heard Esther got another DUI last night. And Bobby Ray is in jail again too, did ya know?"
We stopped in Pueblo for a very late lunch at Gus' Tavern which apparently is in the Guinness Book of World Records for the dubious honor of most beers sold per square foot. It's an old Italian tavern close to the CF&I steel mill. I haven't been to Gus' Tavern for probably 25 years but I remembered the wonderful dutch lunches for which it is renown and had to see if they were as good as they used to be. Oh, they were! Fresh, hot Italian bread, capacolla, ham, salami, provolone cheese, pickled cherry peppers, sliced tomatoes and onions. We ate it all and washed it down with cold beer in frosty mugs bought by Leonard Vigil (aka "Skintight") who worked with Jerry at the State Hospital ages ago. I don't know who these folks are but they had a nice "dutch lunch", too.
And today we left the house early to hike the Newlin Creek trail. It's a favorite hike that is close by and so beautiful. We hiked up to the steam engine left there in 1887 by the Herrick family who had it in mind to log the canyon. The story is that Mr. Herrick made a chattel mortgage on the equipment, the mules, and the wagon but died shortly after moving his wife and two children to the site. They left the area and are lost to historical account.
There's a gargoyle-ish figure head on the engine itself that catches the eye.
The wheel belt is a massive piece of metal. I can't imagine how it was carried three miles up this canyon.
Here's the stone fireplace - all that's left of the Herrick cabin.
The trail follows Newlin Creek which has to be crossed 17 times. Autumn is the best time to hike here because the creek is at its lowest.
There are huge rock cliffs, house-sized boulders, and bear caves.
Bobo, the trusty trail chihuahua, bravely accompanies us on these hikes into the wilderness. (We call him a "whimper-huahua" in the car because he hates to be alone in the back seat.) I'm going to get him his own little backpack to carry a water bowl and treats.
And there - the end of a near perfect weekend. I didn't do much housework this weekend so will try to catch up over the work week.