I wish I had a way with words, but I really don't. Someone needs to write this story though. There's too much potential. On October 31, 2009 we pulled over at a scenic overlook to take some snapshots of Mom and me with gorgeous snow covered Boulder in the background. This is what we found.


What on earth is the story behind an empty pack of cigarettes, a beer can and a single, high-heeled shoe?
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