My trip to Breckenridge was a journey into my past I guess you could say. This is my great Aunt May and My grandmother Ruth Kirkpatrick. They had a ranch in Breckenridge. Here they are the two sassy pure-blooded Irish Lassies striking a pose at AuntyMay's Ranch about 7 miles outside of town. This is the historical marker that sits on the property of her home in town. I always knew about it, but had never visited. My dad and uncle spent their summers here as young boys, helping on the ranch and getting into trouble in their spare time. It was an innocent time. A beginning. 1922.
this was part of my heritage and I wanted to soak it up.
The barn across the street. I loved standing in the front of the house and seeing what they saw so many years ago.
This is an upstairs window thatI imagine my father looked out of many times. Maybe to watch the snow fall in winter, a deer and her new fawn cross the street, or maybe just to pass the time and daydream of what was to come....