About a year ago, I posted about how my RAS and NLS went tubing down Clear Creek, which flows through downtown Golden. The water then was quite low. So much that the experience was less than ideal. He tried to make her ride almost the whole length of the river without holding on to her tube. That made her scared, frozen and miserable downriver when I picked them up. And my younger one, with her overenthusiastic stepdad and pretty rigid comfort zone, swore she’d never do it again.
I guess her experience was worse than this…
Well, she did last week… and loved it. All it took was a little patience and gradual exposure to the chilly waters, and me leading the way. Now I’m the one who was reconsidering ever doing it again. That’s because when I was trying to pull over our tubes at a certain designated point from the river bank, I didn’t realize that the depth was greater than my height. My head went completely under, and for one millisecond I couldn’t breathe.
Most of this section of Clear Creek doesn’t clear my kneetops, so this came as a very unwelcome surprise. Also, thanks to the steady monsoon rainstorms that have barreled through the state the past few months, we’ve had a lot more water flowing here.
Somehow, despite all of that precipitation, we still have a drought. Mindboggling.
But as with every August, we notice a chill in the air arriving at night. The inclination to throw the down comforter before bedtime gains momentum, even if the days are still harshly sunny and broiling hot. I start to think about wearing jeans instead of shorts. Football talk becomes way more common on the news, especially here in crazy Bronco fans country. And the anticipation of school starting revs up, as evidenced by our last night’s visits to NLS’s new fifth grade classroom and JRS’s completely new and overwhelming experience at middle school.
Having these thoughts yesterday, I decided to take some season’s end pictures of my adopted hometown, Golden, as I went on my run (I apologize for the fuzziness in some of these photos. I decided to use my new iPod touch, and I’m still getting used to how it focuses):
These signs have lately popped up around the creek area, in an effort to keep people in line, I’m guessing (yes, that’s me in the sign’s reflection – I had no idea they were that shiny) Clever title, don’t ya think?
Home of the most famous brewed Colorado product. And see? It is made with “pure” Rocky Mountain water, just like they advertise.
The Washington Street bridge, heading into town.
Everyone in the creek!
The interactive part of the Golden History Museum. I was hoping to take some pics of the chickens in the pen here, but they were smart and stayed inside their coop. Unlike me.
My favorite part of the Clear Creek trail – a shaded dirt path alongside the river that’s only about a half-mile.
Trail’s end. No, it’s not much to look at…
…but a lot of this area is.
The trout grow pretty big here.
Our signature arch.
We have about a dozen of these bronze statues along the creek banks, including those oversized fish. This is probably the best one of the bunch.
So as you can see, there’s more to Golden than just being the home of weak, mass-produced beer. Come and see for yourself, and we’ll show you around.