I’m back home, however I couldn’t start a harsh Monday without some wistful, rubbing of my eyes from dreams of Mountains…
Although the temperatures were getting a bit better with TWO numbers before the F, we still weren’t up for an outdoor excursion. My Hubby, the ‘Cruise Director’ found a wonderful activity for us this afternoon, involving indoors, however awesome, changing, mountain views! Choo-choo! We’re off for a train ride =-)
In 1884, the Georgetown Loop Railroad was built between Georgetown and Silver Plume, which are over 2 miles apart. This area was part of the late 1800’s gold rush, then later, silver was mined. The tracks climb to an elevation of 640 feet over mountainous terrain, requiring curves totaling 3.1 miles of narrow gauge track.
We got our free hot chocolate and a cup of chestnuts that WERE roasted on an open fire! Devil’s Gate High Bridge is in the right – background.
Chestnuts and cocoa, mmmm.
This spectacular stretch of three-foot narrow gauge railroad was considered an engineering marvel for its time.
Silver Plume Mountain
There are open cars for summer rides.
Coach seating was $26. Our 1st Class Parlor seats were $35. Pay the extra $10! Drinks, beer/wine, snacks and cookies were served. Coach has a bench that you either need to twist to look out or stand.
Chestnuts and champagne! Whoop! Better!
A view from Devil’s Gate High Bridge is ‘Clear Creek’ and it really was!
Here was how the train car was heated. It was quite toasty.
Clear Creek again. It did NOT get old!!
The station and train.
The engine runs on diesel in the winter and steam in the summer.
The homes of Georgetown, Colorado all date from around the 1870’s. Many are restored and the town looks just like a gingerbread village. I noticed all the doorways were very low, I’d say 6′ feet tall. Were people shorter back then? (giggle) I just notice odd things sometimes. I did try to internet it, however found no answers.
A rare old school (mirror) selfie, but wait.. Is it a selfie if my BFF is in it also?
This was taken at the Lucha Cantina. Their tomato soup and chili were to die for. They had the awesomest margaritas and my BFF had a Bloody Mary made from some vodka steeped in too many peppers to list. The bartender told her there was no crying at the bar. She said she wouldn’t cry, however, could she have some water? The bartender told us that she was from Minnesota and there they serve sidecars (small glasses of beer) with your Bloody. She promptly gave my BFF a beer, no water.
I remember back in the 1970’s when skateboarding began to take off in the U.S. My dad and I built a board out of a metal frame covered in fiberglass. I painted it red with a white flame. I remember the old folks yelling at me that I was going to “crack open my skull”, become “road meat” or worse of all “you crazy whippersnapper!”
Welp. Everything that comes around goes around. I can understand mountain biking with a mountain bicycle, meaning, ‘BI’ as in TWO wheels. But, a Mountain Unicycle?! Holy crap. It’s not like there were shoveled walks, everything was snow-covered. “Crazy Whippersnappers!!”
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