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Colorado Springs and
Cripple Creek District Railway
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Last updated: 24.05.2010 08:23
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Railway and Locomotive Engineering
July 1903
(page 307-308)
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A Trip Over the Scenic Short Line.
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It
was my good fortune on May 2 to make the trip from
Colorado Springs to Cripple Creek on the Colorado Springs
& Cripple Creek District Railway as the guest of Mr.
William Lennox, vice-president of the line.
I
doubt very much if any other road can lay claim to as
perfect a roadbed as the Scenic Short Line has. Built high
up along the mountain sides, the line, standard gauge,
laid with 75-pound steel rails and ballasted with
disintegrated granite, is entirely free from dust in
summer or snow in winter.
Although
the line is all curves and turns, the roadbed is so
perfect that its many reverse curves are imperceptible to
the traveler, and consequently no one ever suffers from
the sea-sickness so often experienced on mountain roads.
The
engineering achievement is so marvelous and stupendous as
to beggar comparison with anything of its kind. No expense
has been spared by the management to provide for the
comfort and safety of its patrons. The coaches are of the
latest design and are truly traveling palaces.
Each
train is provided with observation cars free to all
passengers. The locomotives are powerful mountain climbers
and the best that money can purchase.
Our
day for sight-seeing was clear and warm - ideal Colorado
weather - and added greatly to the enjoyment of the
enchanting and bewildering scenery en route.
As
we left Colorado Springs on the regular morning express,
Nature began to unfold her beauties to us at once and in
rapid succession. Scarcely two miles out and to the right
below us lay Colorado City, the first capital of Colorado.
Then
came the Garden of the Gods, and a little farther up the
famous Manitou nestling at the foot of Pike's Peak. We are
now in Bear Creek Canon, away up among the lofty
mountains, and nearing North Cheyenne Canon. Skirting
around Cheyenne's rim and we are at Point Sublime, seven
miles from our starting place. Looking down through
beautiful North Cheyenne Canon we get a magnificent view
of Colorado Springs, 1,200 feet below us.
Still
moving onward and upward, a short distance to our right we
see the Sparkling Cascade Falls, hundreds of feet above
us. Soon we are at Fairview, the confluence of North and
South Cheyenne Canons. Who has not heard of beautiful
South Cheyenne Canon, forever associated in memory with
Helen Hunt Jackson, the gifted writer, whose body was laid
at rest there in a lovely spot near Seven Falls.
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We
are moving on to new wonders. Several thousand feet above
us is somber old St. Peter's Dome, a mountain of granite,
one of God's master works, looming up majestically and
defying the elements for ages.
Our
iron steed, throbbing with every exhaust as though a thing
of life, follows the serpentine trail up St. Peter's and
brings us to the opposite side of South Cheyenne. |
The
matchless view here baffles all description. There is
nothing to be compared with it elsewhere.
Following
the trail we reach Duffield's, where we get our last view
of Colorado Springs and the vast expanse of rolling plains
off in Kansas, a hundred miles away. Three miles from here
and twenty miles from our starting point, we cross the
summit at an altitude of 10,360 feet, or almost two miles
above the sea level.
As
we begin to descend we get a fine view of Pueblo,
forty-five miles away, with her factories and smelters
belching forth clouds of smoke. Onward we roll, now over
mountain torrents, now through aspen forests, and in full
view of four tracks below us which we shall pass over.
Soon
we are at Clyde and gazing at the panorama of Cathedral
Park, with its rocks in fantastic shapes, eroded by the
elements thousands of years ago. |
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Nearing
the end of our journey we see to the left the famous gold
camp, Bull Hill. At Cameron we take the line that diverges
to Cripple Creek. Here we have a magnificent view of
Pike's Peak and the Sangre de Cristo (Blood of Christ)
range of mountains.
After
a short stay at Cripple Creek we took the electric line to
Victor and inspected a gold mine. The whole country for
miles is dotted with dividend-paying mines, which with
their groups of buildings look like monster bee-hives.
From
Victor we took the steam line again and began our homeward
trip. The continually changing scenes from different
vantage points on our return were as fascinating as those
we enjoyed on the upward trip.
I
know that the members of the Air-Brake Association, who,
through the kind hospitality of Mr. F. S. Smith, general
superintendent, and the management of the line, had the
good fortune to make this same trip, will agree with all I
have written here, but I feel my description is entirely
inadequate.
To
our eastern friends contemplating an outing this summer I
would suggest that a trip over the Santa Fe or Rock Island
to Colorado Springs and thence over the Scenic Short Line
will repay them a thousand fold in present pleasure and
future remembrance.
Jos. A. Baker.
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