Q: Quarry

Happy Q Day, the first of the tricky trifecta of Q, X, and Z. If you've chanced to see any of the pictures of historical buildings I've posted this A to Z, you may have noticed that they are made of sandstone, like this:

Avery Building

The stone came from the Stout Quarry, in the hills (known as hogbacks) just west of town. In addition to the many building projects in Fort Collins from the 1860s on, the stone was used by the Union Pacific Railroad for construction of bridges, stations, and roundhouses on the Oregon Short Line, which ran from Wyoming to Oregon. 

Stone was hauled out by wagon four miles to the railroad tracks for delivery to Denver and beyond. The three-block-long Canyon Avenue in downtown Fort Collins was so named because it was the route used to bring the stone into town, which also explains why it runs on a diagonal in relation to the north/south and east/west streets.

Horsetooth Reservoir

The little town of Stout grew out of quarry workers' camp, where it remained until the construction of Horsetooth Reservoir in 1949. Many of the buildings were sold and moved. Others were demolished, and their remains are under the reservoir. 




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On a separate note: Happy Birthday to my sister! I hope she feels like a Queen today.



Comments

Grammy said…
Good morning, my friend! Hoping to have a lovely day here in Northeast Texas. There is something so permanent about stone, isn't there? I love the feel of it under my fingers, knowing that God created it so many eons ago, and that until either man chips away at it, or He destroys it, it is there to stay. Thank you for the lovely pictures. Best regards to you, Ruby
Ann Hinds said…
Isn't it interesting that a place existed under the reservoir and unless you live there, it is a long lost fact. I love things like this because the veneer of civilization is so very thin. BTW, how do they have 47 and "1/2" people?
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Susan Kane said…
Any place like Stout, CO, with 47.5 people is alright by me.

There was a town called Stout,IL, near my hometown at one time. It was more of a train stop than anything else; people went there to buy liquor because our town was 'dry'.

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