There is a place called Brown’s Park that encompasses northwestern Colorado, southern Wyoming, and northeastern Utah. The history of it is replete with Native Americans, early 20th century outlaws (Butch Cassidy), cattle rustlers, cattle barons, homesteaders, and miners. Mixed in all that history happens to be some of my family history. My mom’s ancestors once lived in in Brown’s Park (nee Hole). Her grandma once danced with Butch Cassidy.
Needless to say, the history books on this place are fascinating to read. As fascinating as the area is to visit.
While reading books to see if I could find any family history gold nuggets I learned about the Gates of Lodore. I wanted to find out more about Lodore since it is a prominent name in the area so I did a little research. My research led me to this cool little poem that I feel I should share because it is, in fact, awesome. No hyperbole here. Just the facts. You’re going to enjoy this poem.
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