Colorado Springs Days Before Lakeside
Walked the lake loop at the Broadmoor while a storm stacked up over Cheyenne Mountain. The clouds kept trading places with the blue — dark over the ridge, bright over the water — and the old hotel with its bell tower sat pink against all of it. By the time we came around to the far side the whole building was doubled in the lake, so the weather never actually broke on us.
Later we drove out to a ranch where a whole string of saddled horses stood nose-in along the fence, tails going, a wrangler in a red shirt walking the line. Green pasture in every direction and not much shade.
All of this is the warm-up. In a couple of days we head up toward Denver for Lakeside — open since 1908, Colorado's oldest continuously operating amusement park, supposedly the last White City-style park left in the country. The girls have been promised the Cyclone. I have been promised the Tower of Jewels at the gate and a bench somewhere near it.