Of course this area was once home to and part of the range of various Native American tribes.   Cuerno Verde started his war against the settlers right where the power plant stands today.    There are still traces of the indigenous people.

These don’t exactly honor the memory of the ancestors.

This place is a 1930’s roadhouse (a place with booze and dancing).  The interior has a circular log ceiling like a Navajo hogan (a hogan is a house).   It used to be on the edge of town and sat vacant for years.   Now it’s a bar again.

It has this carving in case you missed the idea that the place is about Indians.

This is a Ute tree.   It’s a trail marker and was actually shaped by Ute Indians.  It’s over by the creek, not far from my house.