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It's really hard to know. How many men have ridden it? It's not a story told. Today it is one man's highway, Upon it he does roam, Embraced in gold he makes his way Down the road that takes him home. |
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Susan Austin Paintings
A Journey in Fine Art (Horses and Riders) |
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It's really hard to know. How many men have ridden it? It's not a story told. Today it is one man's highway, Upon it he does roam, Embraced in gold he makes his way Down the road that takes him home. |
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A unique landscape of breathtaking beauty embraces its visitors like a phantom spirit and presents them with that special grandeur found only in the Colorado Rockies.
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A rider and his horses travel down a path that once bore the burden of steel rails and chugging locomotives. Trains passed here on their way to and from Marble, Colorado, transporting the white stone quarried from the mountain above the little town. Now this old railroad bed lies barren, and by its side great blocks of white marble stand scattered among towering aspen trees, providing evidence of the glory days when an economic boom took place in the Upper Crystal River Valley. |
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Will only last through time If we hold it close and care for it, Keep its future course defined. |
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He's an icon of the west you see, |
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