Pack-burro racing was allegedly born out of a barroom bet in the 1940s. Does this sign stand in testimony to that drunken wager or to the reliability of the burro as a miner’s best friend, or mean something else altogether? Hint: This sign is in the hometown to the second jewel in Colorado’s triple crown of pack-burro racing. Send your guess and how you knew to coloradosunday@denverpost.com, and include a digital photo of yourself. We’ll pick one and share it next week. The best tale wins a $50 gas card.
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Last week: Gary Sweeney’s “America, Why I Love Her” installation at DIA
Olenka Mackey, Lakewood
Maybe it was the huge Uniroyal tire near Detroit, where I was born, or maybe it was the gigantic beetle in front of the bug museum on the way to Royal Gorge when I was a kid, but sometime in my childhood I developed a fascination with large signs and tourist markers. This interest blossomed during the many road trips we took when my children were growing up. I would stop at every large, three-dimensional sign/marker along the way – the tackier the better. Imagine my delight last Sunday when my son and I were at DIA, I looked up and there, on the wall, was a map of the United States with pictures of the Holstein cow, Steve Canyon, Prairie Dog Town and many more places we had been to. I was so excited! I immediately whipped out my camera and made my son take a picture of me in front of the map.
