August 1859: Two surveyors started out from Denver City to begin a town site, soon to be called Colorado City. While exploring the area, they came upon a beautiful stretch of sandstone formations. One surveyor, M. S. Beach, suggested it was a “perfect place for a beer garden” once the town gained popularity. His companion, Rufus Cable, thought this unique sandstone display was a place “fit for the Gods to assemble.” Thus the name, “Garden of the Gods” was born.
(A beer garden would have been cool, as it was hot as Satan’s attic when we were there!)
Time for some rock climbing fun – here is Sexy Hubby, with Cameron hiding behind him, and Cole. One the way down, Sexy Hubby broke his flip flops – not exactly the best shoe choice for climbing the famous red rocks. Although, we weren’t really planning on hiking. We were just passing through God’s Garden.
Everything is a photo op, and proof that I was indeed present (instead of always behind the camera.) I am trying to hold on, but the wind was blowing so hard, my hair was a flying mess, preventing me from seeing where I was potentially falling. Thankfully, there was no disaster (which is saying a lot considering my track record!)
With a very keen eye, you can see the speck on the rock – that’s a rock climber dude.
I must say. I do not understand the fascination with climbing shit. I have attended over a dozen presentations by dudes that have summited everything that sticks up higher than a telephone pole, and while it’s certainly amazing and fantastic, I still don’t get it.
I am a Taurus, an earth sign, thus I like to keep my feet deeply fixed on terra firma. Although, I did fly out over the gorge this trip – on the Royal Rush – but that was more like a giant swing set. And strictly research for the blog.
Reminds me a pancakes. I love pancakes.
Looks like I’m serving breakfast for dinner tonight.