Loved the picture taken by your mom. I adored Cripple Creek and think of it often. I hope to return there someday. I visited there twice, as well as other places in Colorado. I remember the first time I went there (it was in August)...the town was shrouded in mist and rain and the locals were talking about snow. This was my first time out West, so for me, that was unheard of...Snow in August?!. We bought a couple of rain ponchos and went on our merry way. We took a ride on the narrow gauge railroad. That was a hoot because the windows of the train kept frosting over with condensation and they gave us our own individual rags to wipe them down with so we could see the sights. It was a blast. We only spent the day there at that time, but the following year we returned and stayed at the Imperial Hotel..where we encountered the famous "George".
I remember we visited the next town over, Victor, and the mules were running rampant in the streets. We had stopped our car to take a look and the next thing you know there were these huge mule heads in our car. They were so adorable. We fed them some "airline" apples and cheese that we had handy and they were thrilled. The car behind us got a great video of our car...there was the back end of a mule sticking out of the driver's side window and another back end of a mule sticking out of the passenger's side. Their two heads were inside the car with us. It was hysterical. I have some pictures someplace. When I dig them up, I'll post them. My mule looked like Mr. Ed. Great memories of Colorado!!!






























