Back in Colorado Springs for my annual spell of teaching at Colorado College. This truck is out in Colorado City neighborhood, which was a miners' camp before The Springs became the city of the Colorado Springs, centered a few miles east. Colorado City is on the road heading up to Manitou and Pikes Peak and there was gold, for a while, in them thar hills.
I like the truck a lot--clean lines, those steel wheels in back, and the primed multicolor finish. Also that wraparound windshield--'63 was the last year of those, I think.
No snow on the ground coming in over East Colorado yesterday. A dry, dry year, though The Springs is supposed to get a dump of snow tomorrow, which usually seems to happen just about when I get here, end of March. Otherwise it has been a dry, dry winter.
East Colorado...always reminds me of Mississippi John Hurt's version of the John Henry legend/ballad..Spike Driver Blues. The way Hurt sings it, "I walk all the way from East Colorado/Honey, that's my home/Honey that's my home"
(see below, for more on the C10)
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