The Detour

Had to make a second trip to the city to complete the transaction to acquire my new glasses. For some reason, even though my lenses were in stock the lab was not able to get the specs ready until today. Since they won’t mail to a P.O. Box and Cripple Creek doesn’t deliver mail there was no choice but to make a second trip all the way back down to the city. Pretty sure the Russians had something to do with this inconvenience 😦

WildernessWell on the way down I noticed traffic backing up from halfway down Ute Pass all the way to the 31st Street, grrrrr…. So I decided I was not going to come back up that way but there are only two other choices, go almost to Denver or go through Canon City. I’ve never taken the High Drive route from Cripple to Canon, so I thought, “What the heck, today is the day!”. Only problem was that it was close to 100 degrees in Canon and I’m used to like maybe 65.

Can’t say I was impressed with Canon City… just a plain ordinary ugly town that seemed to go on forever. I did find the turnoff to Phantom Canyon which I almost took but reminded myself that my mission was to map out the paved road along the Sangre in hopes of a future photo trip. Phantom Canyon is one that I want to try from the Victor end and will most likely not take all the way to Canon City. Well anyway, I was expecting to see a turnoff to High Drive close to Canon City but never did and finally arrived at the Highway 9 turnoff near the Royal Gorge.  I was pretty sure that the next stop on Highway 50 was going to be Salida so I figured I’d better get while the getting was good. Much to my surprise though, after a few miles I did finally encounter the High Drive / Gold Belt Tour road back to Cripple.

Once again, can’t say I was too impressed. Just a lot of seriously sun baked hills and some pine trees along with a lot of scrub oak and a few aspen trees. Might be nice in the fall but I saw nothing worth stopping to get out the camera for.

Finally home with my new glasses which I am completely not used to… It’s been two years since a case of soup at Walmart finished my other ones off and these are making hills where there are no hills… I vaguely remember going through something like this when I got glasses for the first time and the girl assured me that my brain would compensate. I’m assuming that the same will be true this time. All in all I would have to say that this was a good day, got to try out a new road and avoided a whole lot of stop and go traffic in Ute Pass 🙂

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Cripple Creek Crisis

At work the other day trying to concentrate on some task when over the radio comes a long story, “If you know anything about this… ” type of thing. Didn’t catch it all so I just finished the task at hand, vowing to inquire about the issue as soon as I had some time. Something about a lost turtle it sounded like. I assumed it must be an important earring or heirloom of some sort that I was going to have to log and track.

Finally freed myself up to go look into the “lost turtle” issue and went to the main desk to see what was up. Well it turns out that the lost turtle was a real live homeless turtle. The call was from City Hall where the little fellow was temporarily taking shelter until his owner could be located or until he was claimed by a responsible party. City Hall was calling all the businesses in town to see if anyone had any information on the testudinal  animal. Lol… not sure if I used that word right, but probably no one else is either… and I like it 🙂 

Don’t know how it all turned out… one of our crew was going to check into taking custody if no one else claimed him, but I do have a few pertinent questions. How does a turtle get away in the first place? Did they open the door and he just bolted? And how hard could it be to run down a turtle? What kind of people would be unable to thwart a turtle escape plan? You have to love Cripple Creek though… Where else would you find a town in which City Hall could take the time to call all the businesses in town to track down a wayward turtle’s owner? What other town would have businesses that go on full alert for a turtle? All I have to say is, “You gotta love Cripple Creek!” 🙂