“A man practices the art of adventure when he breaks the chain of routine and renews his life through reading new books, traveling to new places, making new friends, taking up new hobbies and adopting new viewpoints” ~Wilfred Peterson
Cripple Creek, Colorado, 1973
View from Keller's Acre
August 4, 1973
No, it's not snow. It's hail.
Wishing all who visit here today a grand adventure!!In 1890 a cowboy named Bob Womack discovered gold in Cripple Creek. It was gold fever that put Cripple Creek on the map. A town sprang up with assay offices were everywhere. In 1896 because timber was used to build there two fires destroyed the town. Those buildings were replaced by brick and masonry after that.
It was reported that in the first year $250.000.00 was taken from the mines and by the end of the gold rush a reported $432 million had been produced by the mines. (Pikes Peak Country Attraction Association)
For the Kellers in 1973, there came the opportunity to purchase an acre of land in Cripple Creek. Ron had been on temporary duty to Ft. Carson, in Colorado Springs and we would spend hours in the mountains, often spending an afternoon in Cripple Creek. We were young and full of zeal for a home in the Rockies. So we purchased an acre of land there.
But Providence had other plans. You see Ron was just being discharged from the Army and though he had a job in San Francisco, we had hopes of returning home. We also didn't calculate the cost of that heavenly acre and the standard of living in The City By the Bay. So less than a year after we purchased it we were able to sell if for just what we paid for it. We considered ourselves most fortunate. I learned a long time ago, in this journey we take here, that even through the tears God's plan will prevail. And it's a GOOD plan. For though we have no land in Colorado we have a legacy provided that is of greater value.
View from Keller's Acre
August 4, 1973
No, it's not snow. It's hail.
That afternoon before we could get out and visit
shops and the museum we had to wait for the
hail to stop. Every afternoon we could count
on a thunder storm.
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Thanks be to God!