It was such an interesting, long day. We had driven all the way up to a couple of towns at an altitude of ~10,000 feet. The Chevy Volt performed awesomely well. The dog, Jorge (pronounced /ˈʒɔrdʒ/, or “George” for an approximation¹), seemed to be very excited about the new scents and surroundings. He was still very, very cute.

Cripple Creek had an “ice festival” going on, where they displayed several ice sculptures. It was certainly highly intriguing to see huge (bigger, at least) sculptures carved out of ice and the “corners” being surprisingly smooth. I’m guessing, however, that I don’t need to see more sculptures for a while.

On the way to our several destinations, there were several historical (old, as one might put it)… stuff to be seen. Gold mines: lots of gold mines. Interesting piles of wood that appear to have been houses in the very early 1900’s. My companion had lots of...