The gold in San Luis Valley…

Last week, during our return trip from the beautiful San Juan Mountains of Durango, Colorado to Denver, we passed through a high desert area known as the San Luis Valley. This is an immense, flat expanse of land at 7000 feet with a storied history. Its inhabitants over the years have included such Indian tribes as the Utes, Apache and Pueblo. Occasionally, Comanche and Kiowas passed through, mainly for raiding purposes. Later, Spanish and then Mexicans began to settle the area and eventually American pioneers took root here.

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It is considered one of, if not the poorest, rural areas of Colorado. Generally, farms are not big ranches, but more likely to be trailers, adobe or frame houses with some out buildings. Agriculture, in the form of potatoes, lettuce and barley is the main income producer, but tourism is encouraged as a way to increase economic activity. To entice these travelers are the Zapata Ranch, home to a great buffalo herd, Mount Blanca, part of the Sangre de Cristo mountain range and one of the highest peaks in North America at 14,364 feet positioned at the eastern end of the valley, Fort Garland, a renovated old cavalry fort and the Great Sand Dunes, with some dunes towering over 600 feet.

But in short, it is a vast desolate area where the word “wealth” is a seldom used part of the lexicon. But there is one surprising thing here. Giant gold bars. As you pass through the valley you will notice on both sides of the road, great stacks of newly harvested hay which, for all the world, resemble big gold bars.Ā  The apparent incongruity of this is short-lived, as a closer glance quickly reveals their true nature. But in the eyes of these hardscrabble denizens of the valley, they are gold bars. Or at least they’re worth their weight in gold. Not only is it the lifeblood of their own livestock, but is turned into financial gain by way of sale to other ranchers in the West who need it to feed their stock over the winter.

As I traversed this uninviting landscape, my initial indifference turned to wonder as I pondered the plight of these poor dirt farmers and how they willingly lived off this seeming scrap of brush and weeds. Then I remembered. It is this kind of rugged individualism that built our great country. It is also what keeps this country strong.

And so the seasons pass in the San Luis Valley. But what irony resides in those neatly stacked bales.

About Al

Retired from a couple of professions, trying my hand at writing about the events in our lives.
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22 Responses to The gold in San Luis Valley…

  1. Coming East says:

    Interesting post, Al, and nice pictures of those hay bales. The first picture reminded me a little of west Texas. That is another truly desolate place.

  2. Margie says:

    We have the big round bales here too – excellent places for hawks to perch and watch for mice and gophers!

  3. Our hay bales are round and put into huge black plastic bags. I prefer the romanticism of yours.

  4. Barb says:

    Beautiful thoughts. Kind of like traveling with you. Thanks (and inspiring to see your serious side.)

    • Al says:

      Thanks, Barb. Glad you enjoyed the trip. I just wish you hadn’t been yelling “are we there yet?” all the time. Seriously.

  5. Some things are more valuable and more hard-earnt than gold. šŸ™‚

  6. pegoleg says:

    Around us the hay bales look like big Shredded Wheat biscuits – always a lovely sight sitting out in the fields.

    Lovely photos!

  7. Good photos and an interesting post!

    • Al says:

      Thanks Madeleine, and this just for you:

      As I left the valley in awe
      I mulled over that which I saw
      While to see it is neat
      What with all of the wheat
      To live there would be the last straw.

  8. Indeed it is what made this country great. Those hearty Mormon settlers went west of here and settled in Utah, a very forbidding place.

    • Al says:

      I’ve done a lot of reading about the Oregon trail, even went to Oregon to learn more about it. Those pioneers were real gamblers,only problem was they were gambling with their lives!

  9. winsomebella says:

    Love this, Al. I have traveled that route many times and often find myself thinking of those same things. That valley gets very cold in winter and the wind is unbelievable.

  10. Jodi Stone says:

    It is a beautiful sentiment, this country would be nothing without those hardy pioneers, who chose to risk life and limb to eek a living out nothing.

  11. Nicely put, Al. I like the more serious, reflective side of you…every once in a while! šŸ˜‰

Your turn to write, but please don't be wittier than me. My ego is quite fragile.

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