The Garden of the Gods is a small city park in Colorado Springs. And it’s free. The man at the tourist center said that so many folks visit, they are going to have to do some expansion work, i.e., parking, rules, hiking, etc. These new travel apps give it high ratings, mostly because it’s free, so a lot of folks are visiting. We went there a couple of times, and it was busy both times, but not unbearable.
It’s a collection of red, flat rocks jutting out of the ground, which gives it character and uncommon beauty. You can drive, walk, run, or bike. There are a few roads and a lot of hiking trails. There was a climbing instructor there too. You could pay at his store, wherever that is, and he would belay you as you climb one of the long, tower rocks.
That was cool.
They had a trading post with a lot of stuff in it. I bought my Colorado hoodie souvenir there. And that was cool too. It was in that store where I met the young dude from the UK. He said he liked America better than his homeland because things are big here, you can go anywhere, and we can have guns.
He plays Polocrosse, which is something I have never heard of; it’s a blend of polo and lacrosse. Interestingly, we saw him and his team two weeks later at the Denver airport. They were leaving the same time as us.
Back to the Garden
We chatted up the Forest Ranger. Her name was Stephanie, and the horse she rode in on was called Cody. I love Forest Rangers. Most of them are too “tree-huggy” for me, but I love their passion. I appreciate folks who know what they want and make sacrifices to get it.
I’ve talked to a lot of Forest Rangers in my adult life, and all of them are about the same. They love what they do, are kind to strangers, and will chat you up about God’s creation (my words, not usually theirs).
There is also a “balanced rock” at the Garden. It looks–sorta, kinda–like a big spinning top that is upside down. Everybody wants to sit on it and get their picture made.
So we did.
Then there are the “kissing camels.” Near the top of one of the outcroppings of red, flat rocks were two rocks touching at one point, and just underneath where they touched was a hole. It looked like two “rocks kissing,” I suppose. Or it did to someone, so they called it Kissing Camels.
We stayed in Kissing Camels Subdivision, and there are shirts and hats and things that have “kissing camels” on them. God bless America; we know how to market stuff.
I did not see the two touching rocks as camels, but not to be an aggravationist, I went with it. They did have lights shining on it at night, which was cool.
The main thing about the park is that it’s a place to hike around a bit. The rocks are full of character, and, of course, with a “general revelation” presupposition, it’s another opportunity to appreciate God.
So I did.