An early morning hike in the slot canyons of Tent Rocks was on the agenda for today,
but we were halted near the trail head by a rude pueblo sheriff.
Flash flood warnings had closed the National Monument for at least a week.
Disappointed, I whisked my first thoughts of "I could have slept in" away and moved on to Plan B.
A meandering drive to The Railyards and a walk through the farmers market
still left us with a substantial part of the day to fill with exploration.
Google searches left us uninspired and thunderheads thwarted plans for an afternoon hike.
Killing time we walked the paths of a bucolic urban park.
A discarded map for the Turquoise Trail,
abandoned on a bench, gave us the direction we were seeking.
The drive matched the early vision I had when we were planning the trip.
Over hyped Madrid paled in comparison to Cerrillos,
a ghost town with signs of revitalization.
Booming thunder gave way to a pounding hail storm.
In Golden, the eaves of late 1880s general store provided shelter.
A handful of bikers joined us as we watched sheets of cold precipitation soak the dry earth.
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