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Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Tuesday in Denver - Red Rocks Amphitheatre and Buckhorn Exchange

Red Rocks Amphitheatre holds 10,000

Buckhorn Exchange - Oldest Restaurant in Denver

Theatre carved by hand by the CCC in the 1930s

Beatles played Red Rocks in 1964

12 miles away in distance you can see downtown Denver

Buckhorn Exchange along Union Pacific train tracks in Denver

Over 200 stuffed animals watch you eat at Buckhorn Exchange

After Lulu visited the Cherry Creek High School Library - we had a few hours to spend around Denver.

First - Keith suggested we visit the Buckhorn Exchange. It is the first restaurant in Denver and has the liquor license number one. It is just a few minutes from downtown along the Union Pacific Railroad tracks. It has an extensive menu of reasonably priced local food - lots of steaks and chops. Lulu had buffalo. Back in 1962 - when I was going to a Boy Scout camp in New Mexico - I rode a train from Scranton PA and passed right by the front door of this must see place to eat.

Next - we drove about 10 miles west of town to Red Rocks Amphitheatre. It is a fantastic concert venue carved directly into the red sandstone rocks with perfect acoustics. It is a mecca for performers because of the excellent sound produced there. This entire project was constructed by hand by the CCC - Citizens Conservation Corps in the 1930s. It was one of many make work projects run by the WPA during the great depression. Men would leave their homes form all over the country and work for $30 a month - $25 was send back home to their families. They would also receive room and board - usually in a work camp.

In 1964 - the Beatles performed here. There is an excellent free museum here dedicated to the construction of the park and all of the performers that played here.

We spent a couple hours riding through the mountains - coming across the town of Evergreen - the home of John Hinckley. You remember him - the guy that nearly killed Ronald Reagan to try to impress Jody Foster that he loved her. What a shame this pretty little town must be remember for that stupid jerk.

Finally - we visited Buffalo Bill's grave in the foothills before we returned the rental car and caught our jet to Albuquerque.

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