June started with a day trip to Georgetown Lake. Sitting against nature erases the presence of passing traffic with running water and mountains all around.
The mountains behind the lake to the south are a collage of purples. An occasional boat floats past; otherwise the only people seen are the silent fishermen dotting the shore. The city stocks the lake regularly with trout so there will always be someone fishing. Not to mention the town is very small and there really is much to do.
In winter the east end of the frozen lake is roped off and bright orange clones lay out paths for car to race along. Grownups turn into kids as the race with Mother Nature on studded tires.
Across the highway big horn sheep graze on a rocky mountainside. They are hard to see climbing the mountain and blending in with the rocks without binoculars. Park and Recreation has built fort structures to climb, read about the animals and use telescopes for a close look.
West of the lake is the actual town. Victorian design is sprinkled through the city with other plainer brightly painted wooden houses. There are restaurants, ski rental shops, minimarts; everything for the tourist heading to the ski resort that forgot something or just want a snack.
The train at Georgetown is a big attraction advertised in flyers in hotels. The steam engine pulls out from a full size depot and heads past old closed silver and gold mines in the Clear Creek canyon.
After a day of discovering the area we take a country road that runs parallel to the highway to see the houses. They remind me of a crazy quilt with their variety, being built over many years and out of different financial situations.
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