FORT MORGAN - DEARFIELD - FORT VAZQUEZ - DENVER

So, the rest of the day did not exactly turn out like I planned.
I intended to go to the ghost town of Caribou, but the road that Google Maps wanted me to take was closed off. It may be on private property.
Oh well, I came down out of the mountains through Boulder (I did not look for Coach Prime) and Denver.
Colorado east of the Rockies is flat and under a mile high. It looks a lot like Kansas. I was on my way to Fort Morgan. I thought I had seen online that there was a fort out there, or at least a reconstructed one, but I could not find one.
All I came across was a small museum in the local library.
On an earlier trip to Iowa, I saw where Glenn Miller was born. He spent his high school years in Fort Morgan.
Looks like Coca Cola had more sway than Pepsi.
Another stop I had planned was at Dearfield. I would write something about it, but you can read. If you cannot, long story short. It was established as an African-American agricultural community in the early 20th century. It had over two hundred residents by 1920, but after the Dust Bowl, it never recovered and in 1946 had a population of one.
There are some old structures, some more broken down than others.
I saw signs mentioning the state historical fund and NPS African American Civil Rights Grant Program, so hopefully there will be some restoration work happening.
This one might be beyond fixing up.
But maybe they can do something to make this place a place worth visiting.
The strong smell from this massive cattle ranch was absolutely terrible.
The last thing before heading to the hotel back in Denver was Fort Vasquez, which I thought was something. It was one of the only forts in the west that served free coffee.
It is oddly situated between the northbound and southbound lanes of US 85.
There was a museum here once, but the guys inside told me that the state closed it.
Now it is just a small welcome center. There was a fort here, established in 1837 and was originally a post for trade in buffalo robes and beaver skins with Arapahoes and Cheyennes.
I did learn that the paving stones mark out where rooms in the fort used to be. It's not really all that interesting, but it's all I've got.
The Crowne Plaza near the airport is also a convention center. It took me a while to find where the hotel entrance was.
I waited until I go to the hotel to buy a ticket for my last visit of the trip. Since it would be a very early departure in the morning, I was not sure I was going to do it.
But I did. I went to the Colorado Rapids match against Los Angeles Galaxy. Dick's Sporting Goods Park was only a seven mile drive from the hotel.
To be honest, the stadium is not much to write home about. It was one of those early soccer-specific stadiums that were built in the early 2000's. The roof resembling the mountains is probably the most interesting feature.
My seat was over in the corner on the right, but it was a bit windy and cool, so I watch the second half standing on the other side where the wind was blocked by concession stands and stuff.
And I am now 6-4-0 (W-D-L, as it should be) in league matches when I travel and support the home side. Still unbeaten!
My flight left at 5:00 AM, so I woke up and left the hotel at the crack of 3:00 and drove to the airport in the dead of night. As the sun creeps over the horizon, I was on the way home.

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