A photo taken from the Crest House in 2008 at the top of Mt. Evans in Colorado. Here is an excerpt from the Mt. Evans webpage, www.mountevans.com
“The design, by architect Edwin Francis, is unique for its interesting combination of organic, futuristic, and art modern elements that reflect not only its time period but illustrate an adaptation to its western, mountain-top setting” Leslie Wildeson, State Historic Preservation Office.
The Dream is Built
When constructed between 1939 and 1941, the Crest House was the highest structure in the world, at 14,260 feet above sea level. Designed to symbolize the high sky, it was built in the shape of a star with large windows overlooking Denver. Interior light had round globes that resembled the moon.
Doomsday, 1979
On September 1, 1979, a propane explosion destroyed the Crest House and a piece of history was lost forever. Amidst the rubble and twisted steel beams, the arched wall and star shaped platform remained intact.
A New Beginning
In 1992, the Arapaho National Forest began to stabilize the remains and convert the Crest House into an observation platform. Now, the “Castle in the Sky” is a place of contemplation for visitors to Mount Evans.
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Regrets of the Dying →
Read the full article, but here are the bullet points:
- I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.
- I wish I didn’t work so hard.
- I wish I had the courage to express my feelings.
- I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.
- I wish that I had let myself be happier.
For me, I just took steps to live out points one and five.
Do you have any regrets right now, and if so, what are you doing to fix that?
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I wish I had a great story to go with this picture, but I don’t. This is my friend Lauren, and I really like this picture so I asked her if I could post it.
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This may look like a rusted out piece of crap Jeep, and it is. But this was my Dads Jeep for 22 years, and over 275,000 miles. He bought it in 1983 when I was 6. It’s the Jeep that I learned to drive a stick-shift on, it’s the Jeep that I used to beg him to let me take out, it’s what made me want my own Jeep. It was hot in the summer, cold in the winter and when it rained the sunroof would leak and your feet would get wet from the holes rusted in the floorboards, but there was nothing better. I don’t know if it’s because the very first time i drove by myself it was in this Jeep, or just because it was Dad’s, but it’s very special to me. I can remember “helping” him change the oil, grease the u-joints, replace brake pads, and even replace the engine growing up and now I hope that my son will look back and have the same memories of helping me. I know how frustrated I get with Luke and I can only imagine how frustrated Dad got with me, but I am so thankful that he took the time to explain how to do things. I took this picture along with a few others before he sold it, to give him as a gift, but also as a reminder of my Dad and how awesome he is.
A picture from the Synergy trip to Colorado last summer, there are a bunch more from this trip that i am going to post soon.
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