Today we got up at 5 AM…
Which my chest cold wracked body thought was waaaaaay too early, and went to the Garden of the Gods. This is a spectacyoolar red sandstone rock formation made of rocks which were formed by river deposits laid down about 275 million years ago, pressed into sandstone, and then broken up and uplifted over 90 degrees. Result: large sections of layered sandstone river bed sticking straight up in the sky and weathering since the end of the Cretaceous or so (about 65 million years). You go there at dawn because the sight of the first morning’s rays on that sandstone, with a near full moon behind it in the blue blue sky is worthy of a psalm of praise to the Blessed Trinity.
Moral: It’s better to let my chest take orders from my head. Unbelievable beauty.
Came home. Ate yummy breakfast, took long luxurious nap. Drifted off to bed amused by the thought that the international Navigators headquarters (another colossal Evangelical enterprise) is located hard by the Garden of the Gods and this will afford future paranoid Christians the same ammo they need to prove the Navs were “really” pagan that the Church of Santa Maria sopra Minerva affords present paranoid Christians who wish to prove Catholics pagan.
Actually the real story of the place’s name is funnier. Two pioneers apparently saw the place and the first observed that it would make a terrific beer garden. The latter waxed lyrical about it being a place suitable for the Indians to worship their gods. The name stuck. Apparently it was a sacred place for the Utes who used to winter here (perfectly understandable). Anyhow, I think it’s damn suspicious that the Navs chose this place for their sinister crypto-pagan gospel. Coincidence? I think NOT! According to the Hislop Rule of Historical Interpretation, any time a Christian is within a mile of something pagan, that proves whatever the Christian is saying or doing is EVIL! QED.