At the park where we like to hike, there are ruins of a dam that was built during the Great Depression.
The dam burst in the 1930's, leading to the second worst flood in Denver history.
Although the ruins have been stabilized, they are mostly as they were after the flood many years ago.
This speaks loudly of my apparently juvenile sense of humor in that I never fail to giggle over all the "dam" signs all over the park. It's not just a trail- it's the "dam trail". They couldn't write "ruins"- it has to be "dam ruins".
This speaks loudly of my apparently juvenile sense of humor in that I never fail to giggle over all the "dam" signs all over the park. It's not just a trail- it's the "dam trail". They couldn't write "ruins"- it has to be "dam ruins".
By the end of the hike you feel like you've been in the company of a few salty sailors!
Hiking all over those "dam trails".
We now return to our regular family friendly blogging.
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