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Posted Monday, March 2, 2009, at 9:09 AM
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  • Thank you both for all of your help on Saturday! We really appreciate you driving all the way out to CO to help us.

    Love you!

    -- Posted by Melissa Harper on Mon, Mar 2, 2009, at 9:15 AM
  • Brian,

    Your reference to the 4WD vehicles clogging Denver's streets reinforces one brutal fact.

    In the 1940s and 50s, I could work horseback along the Continental Divide from Canada to Mexico and not see another person for weeks on end.

    When I did see anyone, they were either on foot or horse/mule back.

    That was true with the Army's Mountain and Cold Weather Training Command in the early 50s between present day Vail and Leadville (North to South), Mosquito Pass and Independence Pass (East to West).

    Wintertime, the "Mountain Goats" had teh Studebaker produced "Weasels" light weight tracked vehicle with a 6-Cylinder "Studie" engine.

    We also had the Quartermaster Pack Mule Company and the 75 mm. Mountain Howitzer Artillery Mule Pack Battery.

    Summer, the mules ruled.

    We would take three or four muleteers with their bosses, go onto the Divide and retreive field telephone wire. Weeks on end of 14/6 effort, mostly above 11,000 feet,and no motor vehicles. Every two weeks or so, we would trek down into one of the canyons, meet with supply jeeps and 3/4 ton trucks, exchanging our reels of recovered wire for food and mail, then return to the ridges.

    But the mountains were uncluttered with exhaust fumes, burned rubber and exhaust roar.

    The last time I attempted to return to the heights above Turquoise Lake, there was no peace, just motor driven lunatics roaring around, claiming to be outdoorsmen.

    The west has been destroyed by mobs of self indulgent, city bred vandals, who never learned to secure a pack saddle with a diamond hitch, or walk on their two feet for a few hundred miles in the high country.

    They even have organizations seeking to drive the family ranches from the western U.S. so they will be free to destroy without any opposition.

    -- Posted by bigsurmac on Tue, Mar 3, 2009, at 3:43 PM
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