Saturday, November 19, 2011

Old Potato Caboose

Hear the clickety-clack, clickety-clack, steel against steel, and the deafening roar and rumble, beyond life-size, as 600 or more railroad cars thundered down the valley, Aspen to Glenwood.
“Silver, my ass, we're hauling spuds, boy, tons and tons of spuds.” In an ironic twist of fate, the 1893 demise of silver mining became a boon for the valley's farmers and ranchers and railroads, creating a symbiotic relationship that endured well into the 1950s. Continued

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