Breckenridge
History as Big as our Mountains
The
fabric of Breckenridge's history has been woven from the richly-textured yarns
of the Old West and the fine spun threads of the just-ending 20th century. And what a tapestry we have to leave to
future generations!
This place on Earth for centuries knew no
industry, saw no commerce. It was,
rather, bountiful hunting grounds where nomadic Ute Indians lived on vast herds
of mountain bison, moose, elk and deer.
The Natives called the peaks and glens, strung together by a rushing
alpine river, "Nah-oon-kara."
The translation for that has been lost to time, but some have said it
might mean "softly beautiful valley."
In 1859, as the Gold Rush moved West, an
industrious individual by the name of General George E. Spencer pitched a tent
alongside the Blue River, and a boisterous mining camp filled the once-quiet
mountain air with the sounds of progress.
Wanting a post office, the camp did the politically prudent thing and
named itself after then-Vice President John Cabell BreckINridge, who was
second-in-command under 15th President James Buchanan.
A few years later, when Abraham Lincoln
sat in the Oval Office and Breckinridge sat in the Senate, the War Between the
States fractured the nation.
Breckinridge, in opposition to Lincoln's war plan, left the Senate and
became a brigadier general in the Confederate Army. The Town of Breckinridge was part of Union-allied Colorado
Territory and, again acting prudently, quietly and quickly changed the spelling
of its name.
Generations came and went, taking with
them booms and busts in both gold and silver.
Breckenridge saw the discovery of the state's largest gold nugget, a
13-pounder found by lucky Tom Lytton and Harry Groves and dubbed "Tom's
Baby." The nugget disappeared
under mysterious circumstances and languished for years in a Denver bank vault,
only to be discovered a century later by the late Rev. Mark Fiester,
Breckenridge's most famed chronicler.
In addition to riches hauled from the
earth's depths, Breckenridge saw riches come from above as well. Itinerant Methodist preacher
"Father" John Dyer, who was recognized as one of Colorado's 16
Founding Fathers, crossed the Continental Divide on skis to preach the Gospel
and deliver gold and mail for the miners.
The church he built still stands on Wellington Avenue. Black miner Barney Ford, a freed slave and
another individual honored in the State Capitol, left the rigors of hard-rock
mining and opened a restaurant.
Desperado Pug Ryan robbed the Denver Hotel
on Breckenridge's Main Street, interrupting a poker game and making off with
considerable loot. A number of his gang
members were hunted down, but Pug got away clean—or did he? Some say a bitter old man who died in the
State Penitentiary years later was, in fact, Pug Ryan, although the prisoner
would never say for sure.
Gold continued to be the mainstay of the
little town into the new century, although when World War II broke out, the
massive dredge boats that had for decades chewed their way up and down rivers
and streams were finally silenced. And
then for twenty-some years Breckenridge sat quietly, awaiting what would happen
next.
And what came to pass has proven to be as
monumental in less than 40 years as all the chapters that had thus far been
written in Breckenridge's history:
"white gold," snow, became the primary commodity of this area,
and the Breckenridge Ski Resort became the purveyor.
It was in the 1960s that skiing began
carving its niche, as it were; today the resort has four interconnected
mountains and works hand-in-hand with a year-round resort community that
provides world class amenities for destination visitors.
Now, in addition to the skiing experience
that is overseen by Vail Resorts, Breckenridge offers a full plate of
activities and events throughout the year.
The experience has been well-crafted for
all ages and all inclinations, with a perfect mix of indoor-to-outdoor
diversions for everyone. Lodging, too,
suits all needs and a wide range of budget considerations.
History, then, is an ongoing affair in
Breckenridge, where reminders of our colorful past cozy up against our
remarkable presence—with both coming together in a promise for the 21st
century.
Breckenridge. It's happening.
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