For a town with a culture revolving in large part around water from its world-famous hot springs to the confluence of two popular recreational rivers it should come as no surprise that Glenwood…
Fair Game
We called it “Cow Head Camp,” a creepy place in the woods where an old rodeo bronc rider told us we could camp. Night was coming on fast in September on the Flattops, so we had little choice.
I wrote then in my journal: “Severed cow heads stare at us hanging from wires on the cottonwoods, with slits for eyes, eyeballs and tongues drooping in various stages of decay, flies buzzing around. They make for weird talismans, like something out of ’Blair Witch,’ but we’re too tired to care, so we light a campfire. Those skulls watched over us through the night.”