We drove up Cheyenne Mountain to a landmark titled the Shrine of the Sun.
Terry drove up and up and up.
And the weather turned colder and colder and colder.
But the sun forgot to show.
We drove up the mountain, not because we’re fans of Will Rogers. Not because we worship the sun. [Actually, we worship the SON, but that’s another story.] This spot was recommended as an excellent location to look out over Colorado Springs.
The plaque declares the elevation as 8,000 feet. Ron and Janet’s home, where were staying, was 5,900 ft elevation. No wonder we were shiverry. The weather was barely 32* down in Colorado Springs. Up on Cheyenne Mountain, it must have been considerably colder. This didn’t feel much different from Michigan. Except for the fact that we had less oxygen:)
We were hoping for this kind of view.
I’m sure it would have been beautiful if the clouds had cleared.
Thank you, Terry, for maneuvering all of those switchbacks anyway!
The architecture of the shrine was interesting, even though we weren’t attracted to the shrine-y part of the mountain.
Not quite OSHA-compliant.
On the way down the mountain, I noticed this specially-shaped pole.
Partway down, we could see the city again.