Yes, the road.

Yes, the road.
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Tuesday, March 27, 2018

1963 Chevrolet C10, Colorado Springs

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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