Catwalk road
Saturday 4/9 - Went down to Glenwood again and walked the Catwalk road. It's not shown on the map, I'll have to draw it in, but it's 4.8 miles of paved road east out of Glenwood, to Whitewater Canyon. There used to be a mining camp called Graham at the mouth of the canyon, over a hundred years ago. They had to build a pipeline to carry water to the mill where the ore was processed, and when the mine closed down, the CCC built a catwalk along the route of the pipeline. If you leave the pavement (heaven forbid) you can follow a trail up the canyon for about a mile and then follow the catwalk for another mile or two. Needless to say, we didn't take the trail, just parked the truck, visited the portapotties, and walked back to town. I didn't take any pictures worth posting. Then we drove down to Pleasanton and walked back to the ranger station south of Glenwood, which was 3 miles, so the total for the day was 7.8 miles.
Here's a somewhat interesting tidbit I've dug up - the blacksmith at Graham was Billy the Kid's stepfather.
And another, unrelated, tidbit - according to Cynthia, we've walked 166-point-something miles so far this year. Only a little over 10 miles so far for the month of April, so we need at least another 40 if we're going to keep up our 50 mpm (miles per month) average.
Here's a somewhat interesting tidbit I've dug up - the blacksmith at Graham was Billy the Kid's stepfather.
And another, unrelated, tidbit - according to Cynthia, we've walked 166-point-something miles so far this year. Only a little over 10 miles so far for the month of April, so we need at least another 40 if we're going to keep up our 50 mpm (miles per month) average.
1 Comments:
At 8:15 PM, Anonymous said…
You've been visited by the Spontaneously & Inexplicably Weird Font Fairy. Happens to us all at some point on the net. *sigh*
Bummer re the no kite-flying. Hope it comes good soon. My own memories of kite-flying consist largely of my father bellowing about powerlines in the small park down the road and being hit in the back of the head by someone else's kite. I was about seven & have been a bit nervous around kites ever since :)
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