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Robertson Rambles Recommends: Leadville, Colorado

An unpretentious mountain town with jaw-dropping views in every direction, great trails, a homey downtown, and friendly people – Leadville has lots to love. Here are some of our favorite experiences during our stay here from 1 June-9 July 2019.

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Lodging

We stayed at El Capitan Lodge off of Highway 24 toward Red Cliff, about a 20 minute drive from Leadville. This private rental home was a wonderful base for our adventures. We had incredible wildlife sightings from the house and road, including a black bear, porcupine, red fox, pine marten, snowshoe hare, and lots of deer. Owners Greg and Melanie Dennis crafted a beautiful space that was comfortable and elegant. This is just one of several ultra-efficient off-grid homes that they have built in the area – see the Fiddler Creek Company website for more of their handiwork and behind-the-scenes photos of how the homes were constructed. They offered us a great deal on a long-term rental and we were privileged to stay in such a lovely place. Most evenings we walked down to the meadow for the sunset, and the 10th Mountain Division Hut Vance’s Cabin is a short hike out the front door. When we first moved in I had to laugh because about half of their library consisted of books we have on our own shelves at home – they truly feel like kindred spirits. They knew we were embarking on a year of travel, and explained that they had taken a semester off when their oldest was going into seventh grade (just like Owen) to travel Mexico in a camper van. This was the first time Alex and I had lived outside the city limits as adults, and we all loved this peaceful retreat. Our little Honda Civic had no problem on the long dirt road to the house, either. Owen will take you through a whole video tour of the house if you like. The grounds also have a rustic treehouse and a fire pit for roasting marshmallows.

Dining

Our go-to place to meet friends, reward ourselves after a long hike, or grab a quick bite was High Mountain Pies. Yummy pizza with lots of covered/shady outdoor seating and a little frisbee golf course in the backyard – what more could you ask for? Favorite pies: Margherita (Cedar), Carnivore (Owen), Bacchanalia (Erin – roasted grapes on pizza! Who knew? Delicious…), anything and everything (Alex). Favorite beer: Laughing Lab. For an upscale treat, we found the food and ambiance at Treeline Kitchen to be outstanding. The service was uneven the night we were there, although we were very impressed by an exceptionally poised 9th grade server. City on a Hill Coffee Shop does it all: good coffee/chai, baked goods, sandwiches, and local art. Alex knew the featured photographer from the ultrarunning community. For gigantic cookies, try Cookies with Altitude. They have a little whiteboard in the window that lists who they are giving free cookies to that day. We saw “fathers,” “pilots,” and (lucky for us) anyone who could solve their riddle. Woohoo! And, for ice cream D’Love Gourmet Coffee and Ice Cream isn’t noteworthy but will get the job done. If you do find yourself there, it’s worth springing for the warm ice cream cookie sandwich.

Trails

Record snowpack meant that lots of trails weren’t accessible yet when we were there. A major exception was the Mineral Belt Trail – 11.6 miles of well-marked asphalt trail ringing most of Leadville. Alex ran the whole thing and the boys and I ended up hiking it all in sections. Great for biking or running (or kids on bikes and adults running, as we often did), it also has interpretive signs about Leadville’s mining heritage, and great views. Our favorite segment was from where it crosses 7th street clockwise down to California Gulch Road – we did a car shuttle a couple times. The Colorado Trail is wonderful for singletrack. We accessed it at Camp Hale, along Highway 24, and at Tennessee Pass. And, if you’re up for it, Colorado’s highest peak, Mount Elbert, is just outside of town. At 9.5 miles roundtrip with 4,700′ feet of elevation gain, you’ll need to hit the Northeast Ridge route early to be down before the afternoon thunderstorms roll in. To get an early start we camped near the Mount Massive Overflow Parking lot, which is between the Elbert and Massive lots, and allows dispersed camping.

Books

I think it’s the prettiest library card I’ve seen…

The Lake County Library has a great short-term library card program. They ask that you leave a $25 deposit, and then they’ll issue you a card with full borrowing privileges. They asked if we had any proof of address, and I only had a photo on my phone showing the address and phone number. The librarian murmured, “EAGLE County…” but still issued us a card. We are in the habit of ordering items from other libraries, so by our second visit Tammy the librarian knew me by name. When you’re ready to leave town, you can return your all your materials plus card and they’ll refund your $25. Book Mine in town has an eclectic combination of new and used books, including lots of local interest volumes and field guides, but the main draw is the three friendly pups who lounge by the front door (Elf, Thaddeus, and Wally). The owner let our boys give them treats, too.

Shopping/Souvenirs

Harperrose Studios is the turquoise building here

Harperrose Studios is an artist collective with lots of beautiful (and moderately-priced) items by Colorado artists. They also host meet-the-artist nights, but we never made it to one. The Rock Hut is part free mineral/paleontology museum and part curio shop. It also has lots of small items good for a kid’s allowance budget.

Place to Throw Rocks into Water

Turquoise Lake is part of the whole Leadville experience (you can see it on the library card above). When we first arrived in town, most of the campgrounds and day use areas were still closed – the exception was the Maid of Erin Day Use Area. Twin Lakes is further afield, but I preferred its backdrop and sandy beach. This is yet another place you can pick up the Colorado/Continental Divide Trail.

Festival

We went to the BBQ and Brews festival, too (which was just meh), but Leadville went all out in serving up a sweet, small-town Fourth of July with activities most of the day. We hurried down from the cabin and the boys and I made it just in time for the start of the Firecracker 5K run/walk (Alex was climbing Mount Elbert on his own). A little while after that finished up, the parade started up. We watched from a shady spot in front of City on a Hill, and ended up being right across from where the Mayor was providing the commentary, so that was great. A little after that, we headed to the hospital where a free community BBQ included hot dogs, brats, chips, seltzer, cake, and a live band playing Americana music. You could also tour fire trucks and see the medevac helicopter up close. We spent the afternoon at the cabin with friends, then headed back into town at dusk. Some friends had warned us that the fireworks in Leadville tend to stop and start a few times, so there were a couple occasions where others started to leave and then the next round was fired off. Mount Elbert made for a stunning backdrop (it’s off to the right of the photo above). You really couldn’t ask for a more family-friendly way to spend the day.

Unique Local Activity

There are lots of places where you can pay to pan for gold kind of a canned tourist activity, but near Leadville you can also just find gold flakes in the water of the Cache Creek Placer Area. It’s worth it to stop by The Rock Hut in town to buy some glass vials for your finds (the flakes we found were very tiny) – I think they cost about 50 cents a vial – plus a pan that has ridges to help the flakes separate out. We got their cheapest version, a plastic model that cost $10. They also had some gold panning kits that included instructions, tweezers, an eyedropper, and some other accessories. We did have a pair of tweezers with us, and the eyedropper would have been helpful. It’s on BLM land with dispersed camping nearby. We were all surprised by how much sparkle there really is in the water there.

Community Project

We were lucky enough to be in Leadville while a community art project was going on. We helped add mosaics to Zaitz Park (which is where the public restrooms are in town – good to know!). It was a really fun way to collaborate with locals and feel like we have left a little part of ourselves in Leadville. A few years ago they did a similar project that can be seen along the north side of 5th Street just west of Harrison. That one shows the geological layers around Leadville, and is worth a stop just to admire. There are several great murals in town, actually.

Local Character

I didn’t take any photos of him, but you can’t be in Leadville long without running into the town’s official Town Greeter, Jim Duke. He’s unmistakable: long white beard, top hat, and aviator goggles. Just another thing that makes it a special town.

Additional Practicalities

Leadville ended up being a lovely way to kick off our year of adventuring. We’ve only experienced it during a small part of the year, though. What else should folks know about what to see and do here? Have you visited in the winter? Please comment and share your Leadville stories with us!

poetry

what I didn’t do

what I didn’t do

soak in the clawfoot tub
with rose petal milk bath
run every blessed day
go to bed early
finish the 30 Day Yoga Challenge
finish (any) book
finish the Kamana poems
finish laying out The Perch Post
finish revising Lachrymation
light the candles at the foot of the bed
read the guest book comments
type up all the Caribou poems
embroider a visor
become fluent in Spanish
order business cards
see a pine marten
call my dad every single day
get there in time

in the end
there’s only so much
energy you can spend
cataloging what you let go
so you can live
only so many fires you can light
and keep fed

poetry

another night in this bed

another night in this bed

William has passed
she said
calling him a name
he never used
the one he
came into the world with
a letterhead name
his father and father’s father
both bore
and failed to live by

what could I say next
to this well-meaning woman
her days filled with
speaking closed doors
to ears unready to hear
each crisp word
announcing an end to chances

I hung the phone
back in its cradle
testing the weight
of no more time

poetry

blood

blood

our bodies are strung
with garnets and rubies
glowing coals
hidden by
pallid flesh

poetry

becoming a body

becoming a body

everything slows
air
sound
time
that warm heart squeezes
with less gusto
less interested in hanging on
the lungs creak open
a smaller crack
they’re coming to rest
like a pendulum becomes plumb
eyes turn inward
focused on re-viewing not seeing
limbs move their last
they didn’t know
which would be their final stair
parting wave
goodbye kiss
the ocean pulse that runs from tip to toe
weakens
ebbs
the blue line traces
shallower crests and troughs
the electrical buzz
that hummed distractingly
in the background every moment
starts to crackle with static
sputter
flicker
like the lights in the windstorm
of a deep snow day
the circle narrows
who knows you well enough
to still see you now?
and now?

we are all going
from poor souls
to untethered bodies
mostly living less each day
but sometimes we waken
from life’s lull
to moonglow through pine boughs
and breathe some life back in
to keep our spirits stitched to our hearts
for another long midsummer day

poetry

sewing on a star

sewing on a star

in the mountain town’s news
there’s no national section
or notion of globe

hospital/ambulance/snowpack/flood
consume the front page
and we’re wonderfully removed
(one feels)
from tanks and Pennsylvania Avenue
the only rumbles here from thunderheads
(also on holiday today)

it’s so easy

to follow the red-white-and-blue chain
of early risers run/walking
one heart-stopping view at a time
through the chute
then tumble onto the county building lawn

to admire the parade’s burros
while the mayor jokes about assets

to lounge in St. Vincent’s shade
with a plate full of hospitality
while the band strums Jackson
and the police officer and firefighter
furtively hold hands
on their way to the trees

to clap and say ooh
at the blue-dotted domes of fire
lighting up the space between
the football field and Antares

it’s far too easy

to shut off the disgust
at the Stars and Bars
in the parade Jeep’s rear window

to imagine there’s no flag now flying
over caged kids
wrapped in foil on concrete floors
with no mother left to call

to pledge allegiance to
this nation of lost souls
more willing to hand the keys
to a dictator than a woman
who love guns more than children
and money most of all

too tempting to be
my four-year-old self again
posing for the paper
fingers faking a needle
dressed up as Betsy Ross
sewing on a star

poetry

blank blue

blank blue

clear sky
makes for dull sunset

no brooding clouds to split the light
or struggle through a rainbow of hues
on their way to spent grey
no roiling mist glowing at upper tips
while the base darkens with rain

the blank blue stares back
unblinking
no tumultuous storm to reflect upon
no thunderbolts to dodge

poetry

Swamp Monster Ballad

Swamp Monster Ballad

when that rain it starts a-drummin’
you’ll know he’s drawin’ near
and that moss green giant monster
‘ll make you quake with fear

his long legs they’ll start a-pumpin’
and his nylon it’ll flap
and the sound of his cavortin’
‘ll send ya racin’ to yer Pap

through shaking fingers ‘gainst yer eyes
you may dare to peek
at this wet and wild wonder
who never seems to speak

no, his frenzied dance is silent
splashing’s the only sign
of this disco-dancin’ boogie-man
who rises from the mine

oh he lives down deep amongst the dark
of Kentucky Boy’s steep shaft
and comes above to jig about
when he hears the thunder crack

‘specially in a new moon storm
or so I’ve heard it said
and ev’ry month when that orb wanes
my heart it fills with dread

for if his damp hand claws for your’n
and gets it in his grasp
you’re doomed to waltz away yer days
in his cold ‘n’ clammy clasp

so when you see that lightnin’ flash
or hear the thunder boom
best scoot inside as quick as ya can or
puddle-dancin’ ‘ll be yer doom

poetry

younger brother

younger brother

I hate pink
he says
and I start to cluck my tongue
at the gender norm straitjacket
because
he continues
my sister hates it
and everything shifts

poetry

managing panic

managing panic

you may do your best
to turn off the part of the brain
that sees the river below
and wants to contemplate
the thin steel wire
connecting you to existence

the part that’s sure
that although you know
how to put one foot in front of the other
you may well fall/fail

those feet then dangling in mid-air
your body unsuccessfully
contorting to get grounded
your heavy self stuck
in the no-man’s land
between here and there

even if you do
reroute those synapses
your gut may still betray you
flip-flopping through
unbidden sensations
of worst-case scenarios
begging your brain to acknowledge
the distance between
yourself and safe

you are still being
your own kind of brave

meanwhile, your smallest son
bounces from one swaying beam
to the next, grinning
while the other one pauses
gets down on hands and knees
on a narrow platform
high above the river
to joyfully peer into a nest
and your husband cracks jokes
no dry taste of fear
in his mouth all day

but you still stepped out
of your comfort zone
into thin air
one shaky limb at a time
sometimes remembering to breathe

you did your best
to bypass your wiring
and persuade yourself to trust
the support would hold