#leadville
Follow to get notified about new posts with this tagBecause who WOULDN'T want to do ski jumps behind a galloping horse right down the middle of the road?
I apologize for the lack of mountains in this post. I got distracted this past weekend by Leadville Ski Joring. Sorry! Ski joring is pretty much just as crazy as it looks. This is the sort of nonsense
ColorChallenge — Wednesday Reddish-Orange, and also a brief rage about the difference between eponyms and namesakes
The Martin Bridge supports the Mineral Belt Trail as it crosses Seventh Street/CR3 near Fryer Hill and the old Matchless Mine that made Horace A.W. and Baby Doe Tabor filthy rotten rich. ^^ That is a picture
I hate it when dogs bark at me while I'm trying to take award-winning photos of Leadville, Colorado
Last night I went wandering up Eighth Street searching for something to fill up my soul with, but all I got was a bunch of barking dogs and a few photos of Leadville at dusk. Shut up you dumb dogs: Jesus
