Archive for October, 2019

On the eastern plains of Colorado’s Cheyenne County a tiny ghost town is whipped by the relentless prairie winds. A cluster of abandoned buildings ranging from the picturesque schoolhouse, with its double-arched doorways (considered by some to be the most photogenic abandoned building in all of Colorado) to the collapsing William Smith General Merchandise store, to a handful of residential dwellings, trailers, and foundations mark the spot of Aroya.

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William Smith’s General Merchandise Store

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Fantastic wooden doors on the William Smith General Merchandise building.

 

Aroya got its start in 1866 when a Bohemian immigrant, and Civil War veteran, named Joseph O. Dostal came to Colorado to sell meat to hungry miners. Dostal picked a remote chunk of the plains 130 miles from Denver to establish his ranch. Though it has changed hands many times in the past 150 years, the ranch is still active, and still carries Dostal’s initials- The J.O.D. Ranch.

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The J.O. Dostal Ranch Crew circa 1870s or 1880s

 

Around 1870 the Kansas-Pacific Railroad reached the area near Dostal’s ranch.  A railroad construction camp grew and was named “Arroyo” being the Spanish term for “gulch.”  As the tracks were being laid, the Kansas-Pacific sent trains to the end of the line at Arroyo, and stagecoaches would bring passengers 130 miles from Denver, a three day journey at the time, to what was now christened “Arroyo City” although it was not much more than a tent camp on the line.

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A triple-engine Kansas-Pacific snow plowing team. The flat, treeless, and featureless expanses of the great high plains, coupled with high winds, and winter storms that butt up against the Rocky Mountains and double back over the plains make for enormous snowdrifts on the open prairie, some can reach 20 feet or more in depth! For a short time in the 1870s, Arroyo City was the terminus of the Kansas-Pacific.

As the tracks were laid further north and west, the terminus of the line also moved, and “Arroyo City” city faded into obscurity. Ranching and farming became the main profit making enterprises once the railroad construction boom had ended, and around the turn of the 20th Century, a small town with a general store, service station, lumber yard, hotel, and school sprang up about three miles from the old “Arroyo City” site. In honor of the old camp, this new town was named “Arroyo”, but the United States Post Office decided it should be called “Aroya” since there were already enough towns named “Arroyo” in the southwest.

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No one calls this Aroya dwelling home but rattlesnakes these days.

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This home marked the far northern end of Main Street in Aroya. A small cemetery which I was unaware of until later is apparently on a small rise just behind this house. If walls could talk…

 

The old schoolhouse, in which someone has situated an old deer mount in the window, was said to have held its last class sometime in the 1950s…or was it the 1960s?  There is no one around who remembers. Aroya became nationally famous in 1970 when a reporter from the New York Times just happened to pass through, and wrote a full-page story with photos lamenting Aroya’s demise, and how the population had just been cut in half- From two residents to only one!

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At first approach I thought I had a one-in-a-million shot of a big buck deer peering out of the schoolhouse window, then I realized it was a mount placed by someone with a sense of humor!

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A fall storm rolls into Aroya. The hand-painted metal “No Trespassing” sign was a welcome change in a world full of bright neon orange/white/black plastic signs we so often encounter.

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The double-arched doorways on each end of the Aroya schoolhouse are an architectural marvel.

Around 1980 the last permanent resident of Aroya, an eccentric artist named  Red Moreland finally moved along to the great unknown. Some of his creations, made out of the many iron relics he found scattered around the town, can still be found among the sun-scorched, blonde prairie grass, shrubs, and debris scattered about the town. His most famous creation- The Aroya Lighthouse, which was a welcome beacon to weary travelers on the “…endless waves of grain…” in the old days was moved to the Cheyenne County Museum in Kit Carson, Colorado.

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Moreland’s Service Station and the Aroya Lighthouse decades ago.

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Moreland’s Service Station. October 2019.

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Red Moreland’s home. It was built on the foundation of the old Aroya Hotel, and Red lived here until he passed away around 40 years ago. Moreland was Aroya’s last permanent resident.

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An Aroya house, consumed by trees and grasses. What appears to be a 1970s vintage Chevy Luv truck in red/white/blue paint looks like it was abandoned in the town after a joyride.

 

Aroya is a fun place to visit, if, for some reason you find yourself in this far-off seam of fabric in the quilt we call America, but beware-  Aroya is a rattlesnake paradise, and ample evidence in the form of shed skins can be found everywhere in the town. A few squatters and shady drifters who “don’t want to be found” call Aroya home from time-to-time, and they should be treated with the same caution and distance as the rattlesnakes. Luckily when I visited on a cold October day, neither were present.

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In this view you can see the impressive lineup of radio and TV antennas necessary for Red Moreland to keep in touch with the outside world from his remote hermitage on the plains.

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The sandstone remnants of a long-forgotten Aroya business. An abandoned trailer house of more modern vintage was just behind this structure and had clearly been used by a squatter recently.

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A few weeks ago I came across some photos on the web of one of the most picturesque two-story stone buildings in Colorado- The Glendale Stagecoach Station and Inn near Canon City.  I had never heard of this station, or the small community of Glendale which once stood near the station.  I had to go have a look at the building and snap some photos for myself, so away I went.

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The station/inn was built in the 1860s, some records say 1861, others say 1867. Either way it is one of the oldest permanent stone structures in Colorado. But is it really permanent?  Also known in the early days as the McClure House, Glendale Station served as a stop on the old Colorado City to Fairplay stagecoach road.

A flood rushed through the town of Glendale in the early-1900s and wiped out everything but the stone station, but it too was heavily damaged.  Silt deposited by the flood made the land unusable, so the town was never rebuilt and the station was abandoned. Since the flood, Glendale station has steadily deteriorated, and, unfortunately, as always, has been the victim of both arson and vandalism.

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Layers of graffiti cover the station today.

Today the imposing stone structure still hangs on, precariously it stands with no roof, no  inner support beams, and the walls are slowly beginning to separate. Even worse, the station is located on public lands in a relatively remote area which is an open invite to vandals who have taken a very heavy toll on the building in recent years. Layer upon layer of spray painted graffiti cake the lower level of the station, evidence inside shows what little wood remains from the second floor joists has been set on fire recently, and the walls show evidence of people intentionally trying to topple the building.

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A quick inspection around the perimeter of the station reveals the old stone well and cistern, now overgrown and easy to miss. Down the hill and tucked in the trees along the seasonally flowing creek bed you can find stone walls and foundations of other structures that once made up part of the town of Glendale. Broken bottles, rusted bits of metal, and the weathered shards of boards and fencing are strewn in a radius about the station.

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Remains of the cistern

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The well

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It seems that the Glendale Station is both cursed and blessed by its hard to access location- If it were closer to any town or major roads, it is likely that funds would be freed up to allow for preservation and an historical marker. But, if it were easier to access the vandalism is likely to be far worse than it already has been, and chances are the station would be long gone by now. It would be a shame to lose such a beautiful and historic place, but it seems there is very little that can be done to save it. So, we watch and wait.

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Made it out to Bonanza, Colorado and the surrounding area a few weeks ago for some ghost towning.  Here is a collection of photos I snapped.

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