A little historical background: Elbert County had the middle of the three routes which comprised the Smoky Hill Trails from Kansas to the gold fields near Denver back in the late 1800s. The trail that bisected Elbert county was the riskiest of the three, known as Starvation Trail when one party of would-be gold miners had to resort to cannibalism to survive.
I headed out of the house after lunch, riding under heavily overcast skies and temperatures in the high 40s. It was a bit brisk as I was on Brigitta, my 1987 R80 Beemer which has very little in the way of wind protection.
I made it through Elizabeth and reached the road to Elbert, on the western edge of Elizabeth with no issues. Just shy of 50 miles into the ride, I made it to Elbert.
Wikipedia: The community is named for a past Colorado territorial governor and state Supreme Court Justice Samuel Hitt Elbert. Elbert was a bustling center until May 31, 1935, when Kiowa Creek, a stream next to the community, flooded suddenly and washed away half of the community. It now is the location of only a few stores, churches, and houses. The majority of Elbert residents are involved in the agriculture sector.
One of the buildings which was not affected by the flood of 1935 was the Presbyterian Church which remains on its original site:
For a photo of the above church, Circa 1900
I wandered about the town some more but found no evidence of buildings that might be historical in value. I headed back north and towards the town of Kiowa.Kiowa is where the Elbert County Courthouse is located, I also tried to find the old school house but it apparently has been razed for the newer high school buildings that stand there today. The courthouse however, is still in operation:
Elbert County Courthouse, Kiowa, CO
For a photo of the courthouse, Circa 1910
link to DPL: Call# X-2197
Leaving Kiowa, I headed back westward towards the town of Elizabeth. A bit larger town than either Kiowa or Elbert, it even boasts an "old town" section.For a photo of the courthouse, Circa 1910
link to DPL: Call# X-2197
No historical photographs that I could find from DPL of the stuff in Elizabeth. However, here's what I found of interest perhaps:
The following building is on the main drag through Elizabeth, can't really miss it due to its height and the big 1897 numbers proclaiming when it was built.
The I.O.O.F., or Internal Order of Odd Fellows is according to Wikipedia:
The Independent Order of Odd Fellows (I.O.O.F.) is an altruistic fraternal organization derived from the similar English Oddfellows service organizations which came into being during the 1700s, at a time when altruistic and charitable acts were far less common.
I'd never heard of the I.O.O.F., so I learned a bit today. Never a bad thing in my opinion. I headed on home, retracing my route and enjoying the brief periods of sunshine that had begun to make their appearance. The eastern plains I rode through remain mainly horse country with encroaching suburbia making steady inroads. You can still, if you wander about enough, get a feel for what things were like for the pioneers crossing them on their way to the gold mines near the mountains.
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