We drove out for the weekend to see the Fords at their place in Taylor Park. Greg and I coached together for one season at Boulder High. Since then, we have become friends. We were only living about 3 hours away, so we left after school on Friday to drive to Taylor Park Reservoir where Greg and Fern have a house and a business that they run in the summer. The drive was longer than we expected as we ran into a bit of rain and cows on the road. We made it to their house a little after eight where they had dinner waiting for us. The house use to belong to Fern's mother. We visited with the Fords that evening. The next morning after breakfast, Greg and Fern took us to an abandoned old mine. This area was big mining country. There were so many pieces to this old mine being a place where ore was processed. We continued up the same road until we were forced to stop. Then we followed an abandoned road up fr
om there. This took us through the trees until we eventually reached treeline. This was not hard to do being that Taylor Park was located at 9300 feet already. The seasons were short here and we could already begin to see the Aspen's changing on the slopes on the other side of the mountain. You could tell that we were all acclimated
because no one had trouble with the elevation even though at one point we were walking on the Continental Divide Trail. Even Jacqueline was doing fine regardless of the fact that she was now a week pregnant (still unknown to us at this time) with
our daughter Zyla. Our end goal on this day was an old mine. We could see it across the mountain and we eventually made our way up to it. It was rather interesting with old engines from a vehicle, tailing everywhere, and lots of old parts. You could tell that at some point in history this mine was rather productive. I believe it was a copper mine because we were able to find the turqouise
colored rocks scattered about the scenery. We had lunch there and went up to the old mine entrance. We could not go in because it was long ago closed off. We were only a few hundred feet below the continental divide at this point, but that was not our goal on this day, so we headed down. Greg and Fern took us up the road a short ways to an old town call Tincup. They had a cabin there. This town was located above 10000 feet and was only accessible in summer and by snowmobile in the winter. It seemed like a very relaxing place where it would be easy to just kick back. From there we headed down the road to check out the reservoir and watch the fish jumping at the bottom of the dam. Back at their place for a night of hanging out and watching replays of UW's victory over USC. Go Huskies. We left the next morning to get prepared for the school week, but we sure had an enjoyable experience spending some time with the Fords in Taylor Park
om there. This took us through the trees until we eventually reached treeline. This was not hard to do being that Taylor Park was located at 9300 feet already. The seasons were short here and we could already begin to see the Aspen's changing on the slopes on the other side of the mountain. You could tell that we were all acclimated
because no one had trouble with the elevation even though at one point we were walking on the Continental Divide Trail. Even Jacqueline was doing fine regardless of the fact that she was now a week pregnant (still unknown to us at this time) with 
our daughter Zyla. Our end goal on this day was an old mine. We could see it across the mountain and we eventually made our way up to it. It was rather interesting with old engines from a vehicle, tailing everywhere, and lots of old parts. You could tell that at some point in history this mine was rather productive. I believe it was a copper mine because we were able to find the turqouise 
colored rocks scattered about the scenery. We had lunch there and went up to the old mine entrance. We could not go in because it was long ago closed off. We were only a few hundred feet below the continental divide at this point, but that was not our goal on this day, so we headed down. Greg and Fern took us up the road a short ways to an old town call Tincup. They had a cabin there. This town was located above 10000 feet and was only accessible in summer and by snowmobile in the winter. It seemed like a very relaxing place where it would be easy to just kick back. From there we headed down the road to check out the reservoir and watch the fish jumping at the bottom of the dam. Back at their place for a night of hanging out and watching replays of UW's victory over USC. Go Huskies. We left the next morning to get prepared for the school week, but we sure had an enjoyable experience spending some time with the Fords in Taylor Park
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