Things are moving at a pretty fast pace. We did visit the Colorado State Prison, a once maximum security facility, now downgraded to minimum. The latest and greatest in Federal prisons now lives about ten miles down the road in Florence, housing guys like the Green River Killer and McVey before he met his end. I'll get to that in a minute.
In the meantime, we packed up and moved on up to Alamosa. The road follows this canyon, a twisting turning 25-45 mph headache. The scenery made up for it though ... it was a gorgeous sunny 80 degree day.
We followed the river most of the way down, or up as the case may be. We were going straight for that 9,000 foot high pass.
As the canyon opened up a bit, we saw snow still on the mountains from the week before.
About this time, I started losing power ... baby was having a hard time breathing just like me.
Up the pass we went and finally hit the long downhill through a huge valley into Alamosa. Our original plan was to ride the Rio Grande Scenic railroad, but alas, they have moved into bankruptcy. Too bad because the little town depended on that tourist dollar.
So here we are back at the prison. Luckily no one found this to be their new living quarters.
Originally, men and women were housed together next door, guarded by that tower which is still in operation every single day. Of course that caused some problems, so they moved the women to this building, adding bars on all the windows. This is now the museum.
For your viewing pleasure, here's the gas chamber they used up until Colorado abolished the death penalty.
Inside, the women were kept in these very small cells. They were allowed to decorate them with crocheted curtains and artwork. See that sawhorse looking thing?
Here's how it was used in the old days. Corporal punishment with a big leather belt was meted out to a prisoner tied down to the old grey mare. Yikes!!!
Pretty amazing stuff.
Also downstairs is the kitchen where the ladies prepared all their own food, which consisted mostly of soup or stew in that huge vat cooker on the right.
They were also required to do all their own laundry in these huge washers. It must have been stifling down there with all that heat and moisture.
Those that died in prison received a less than regal sendoff. They were dumped in a box (this is actually one of them) and taken out to the cemetery where they were UN-ceremoniously buried WITHOUT the box. It was brought back for the next guy.
So there you have it. Prison life in Canon City. Since arriving in Alamosa, I have had close encounters with alligators and ate my fill of some amazing stew. That's coming up next.
































