Lost Fort Collins

“…They made their way through two feet of snow for a block from the club to College and Mountain Avenue, then another block south on College to Oak Street; then they floundered through the snow west on Oak three blocks, which brought them directly across the street from Russell’s home. Here, for the twentieth time, they stopped for a breather.When Russell caught his breath and could speak, he exclaimed, “My God, we are never going to make it. ” [...]

12-year-old Edgar Avery’s 1890 diary seems mundane until you remember that the trains his family caught in and out of town were stopping just downtown. And the swimming hole was the Poudre. And the wind storms and the afternoon rain…just like here and now. But then. [...]