I have lost track how many years I've been attending this popular event. Beloved used to go with me until Diana came along. Then after Diana moved to Nevada, I went by myself.
Happily, this year my next-door-neighbor came with me. California Quilter is new to Colorado so she enjoyed getting acquainted with what local quilters like to do. We went on Friday when the crowds weren't so big. (and no strollers were allowed; you can bring a stroller on Saturday)
We continued on through Woodland Park and up to Divide, Colorado. Turning left toward Cripple Creek, we knew we would see a lot of the turning Aspen leaves.
... and we were not disappointed!
The town of Cripple Creek was started by miners in the 1800s but now is known for its gambling. However, we don't gamble. There is plenty of gold for everyone in these trees!
Leftovers from the historical mining days can be seen in many parts of Colorado.
We stopped at the Heritage Center at Cripple Creek. Across the road is the Molly Kathleen Gold Mine. For $20 per adult, you can descend one thousand feet into the mountain, a depth roughly equal to the height of the Empire State Building in New York (so says Wikipedia). This is the world's only 1,000 foot vertical shaft gold mine tour. We did not take advantage of this. (call me a fraidy cat)
Wild flowers are competing with the Aspen trees.
The Heritage Center at Cripple Creek was free, had clean restrooms, good historical displays, and great views of the mountains, trees, and more gold mining operations.
The sun would be setting in a few hours, and we looked forward to another show later in the evening. We turned around and headed for home, still marveling at the beauty we enjoyed on this perfect day.
As we descended in altitude, the number of gold trees decreased. We are hearing there may be snow in the high country this next weekend!
Like so many Americans, last night I watched the spectacular show provided by our Holy Creator God. I sat in a patio chair on the driveway for most of the spectacle, using the binoculars until I got tired of holding them up to my eyes.
Of course this is not my photography. Our feeble attempts to capture the weekend's grand finale with our phone cameras were pitiful. This photo is from NickLucey.com. He climbed our town namesake rock to take these time-lapse shots.
It's a marvel how many things I got to see and do this past weekend. I thank the Lord for the health and resources He's given to me to enjoy such a variety of blessings.