As I looked around, Eddie was ensconced in his usual spot as I went around looking for something that rang my bell. Here is one of the "windows" onto the world around the Sylvester Doudy house, he was the first settler in the area. Doudy raised cattle and started both a grist mill and also a saw mill. One way or the other, order the coarse bread! It's easy to see that they didn't travel far for building materials. The field stone found scattered about were largely sandstones. I guess that you can't claim that they were "dressed" stones exactly. That was the stone used to build what is seen here. I'd say that if the house were shuttered it would be pretty gloomy and a fire or candles inside would be necessary for any light at all. In any case, it's a pretty stark view of life in the latter 1800s. Me, I can close the thermopane window if it gets cold. We've come a long way, baby! This image is a tad shaky but I wanted it for my Openings Photoset.
I had been rousted by Eddie because he wanted grand sunrise skies at his usual haunts. Jeeez, he woke me right up so I was too groggy after only a couple hours sleep. I was still too zoned out to find something to throw at him! OK, OK, I'll go because after his recent posts, I think he is bored. The Colorado Railroad Museum trek kept me worked up for over a month of processing. Viewers kept viewings up but more will wait until another trip. And here's Eddie who's a process all in himself. I was too busy getting ready while he was lifting some jars of my marinara sauce. Can you imagine that Eddie changed his destination plans on the road and ended up at Doudy that was pretty sodden with heavy skies on the last visit. We waited for sunrise as we knew that there would be a payoff this morning, And we waited as the yuppies streamed past. The morning sun had not yet struck the east side of the old homestead. The birds in the cottonwood were quietly waiting for the toasty rays of the sun. I was in a down jacket and just as happy as the birds to welcome the toasty rays. This weekend will burn off the left over snows. There were buds waiting their turn on the branches I found near the trail.