Knocking Round the Rockies

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Harper & Brothers, 1882 - Colorado - 220 pages
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Ernest Ingersoll first came to the West in 1874 as a member of Ferdinand V. Hayden's Geological Survey of the Territories. His lively recollections of the two summers he spent with survey teams in the Rocky Mountain West are narrated in Knocking Round the Rockies. It is at once a guidebook to the geography, nature, history, and culture of the Rocky Mountains and a practical primer of how-to-do-it information for "future wanderers". His party left Denver through the Berthoud Pass to Hot Sulphur Springs and Grand Lake, traveled south to Leadville, the San Juans, and the Los Pinos Agency of the Ute tribe, and ended with the climactic discovery of the ruins at Mesa Verde.
 

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