The best place to start is with what you know. We know Colorado Springs. We know Manitou. What we don't know are the stories that come with the place. Not the text book, politically incorrect version of "story". The stories that make up our folklore. The stories that make up our place names and personal histories.
This blog is intended to collect those stories. The intention is that you will read them and add what you know. I will learn something new and so will you. Sometimes the stories will be short. One sentence tells it all. Others will need more words.
I cannot tell you what the idea for the book is. You will have to wait for that one. I know it will be good. Trust me.
By the way, I am not the writer in this project. I am the idea generator, the inspiration and the collector of stories. Forgive my grammar and sentence structure. I only teach second grade.
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ReplyDeleteIf you are looking for local folklore there is Huckey's Cove. I remember climbing and crawling past The Bottomless Pit, looking for the elusive Crystal Room, hanging out in the Buffalo Room and following girls through The Stovepipe. The day my brother and I went to the Army Surplus, bought 100 votive candles and lit the place up from end to end is the most memorable. I recall joking about getting "small" as we entered and losing track of time while inside. Also getting covered through and through with that dust, I don't think I have been as dirty as that since.
ReplyDeleteWe heard someone broke their leg inside and had to be extracted by the Authorities (before search and rescue) and then the entrance was concreted shut. We never went back to see.
My first trip was with people who had been there. Prank was winding up twine left for path. It was raining when we went in. Crawling through 20" tunnel that had water worn appearance and the sandnsar edges was rippled by water...i got scared...then everyone did. Great sdays!
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DeleteThanks! I remember my mom telling me stories about the tunnels. She went in them when she was 8! Great story!
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ReplyDeleteVisited in late 70s. I remember driving a one way road, parking at end then walking back same road then scrambling right to entrance...any help with location would be appreciated. Thanks!
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