Bob Womack's Cabin

In 1890 an old cowboy by the name of Bob Womack was the first person to strike it rich in the Cripple Creek District. Bob decided to celebrate by going down to the Colorado Springs area on a three day drinking spree. When he sobered up he found out he had sold his mine for $500. The new owners renamed the mine "The Gold King" and pulled over $5 million in gold from it. Bob died a poor man in his sister's house in Colorado Springs in 1909 but he never regretted selling his mine, he figured he got a lot of money for it and he was glad the new owners did too.

Seen in this image is a couple of power lines on an old telephone pole. This little valley, known as "Poverty Gulch" was filled to capacity during the gold rush days. Now reclaimed by aspen trees you can still see some of the old prospector holes.

Elk in Fall Aspen

Who doesn't love the Aspen in all their Fall glory?

Every time I'm driving or walking by a grove like this I'm always looking for wildlife. It's amazing to me how many times I've been close to elk or deer like this and other people going by never even look, their eyes fixed on the black pavement ahead. I've seen road "hunters", their trucks filled to the brim with people, going slow and looking for game and they go right on by never knowing that a herd of elk is just a few yards off the road. The elk just keep on eating, only waiting to see if the vehicle stops and then they'll move away.

I like this picture because of the memories it holds for me but the only story here is that a herd of elk is happy and eating—a nice story to be sure but not one that excites the imagination. Oh well, I'll keep looking through the trees trying to find that elusive photo where all the elements come together and I can make a print out of it.