One could see blocks of marble alongside Yule Creek. Once lunch was done, we both enjoyed the view from a small overlook at the parking area. Instead, we sat in the car and enjoyed a tuna salad sandwich Leslie had kindly prepared before we departed home. At about 9,500 feet (2,895 meters), neither of us felt much like hiking. We stopped at a parking area at the western edge of the quarry. The trail is a 15-minute hike to a point where one can see people working in the quarry. That may be due to the dust from the quarry.īascom had mentioned there is a trail near the parking area at the end of the dirt road. In the ever-deepening gorge beside the road is Yule Creek. At the south edge of town, one crosses the bridge over Crystal River and begins a four-mile ascent to the quarry. You see, there are very few public restrooms available.īacktracking from Beaver Lake, it was time to drive to the marble quarry. If the truth be known, the destination was more for the “blue trees” rather than the view. We then drove to Beaver Lake on the eastern edge of town. He made several items from the beautiful stone. Bascom told us the green hue is from copper leaching into the marble. Inside were small pieces of marble tinged with a green hue. The front yard of Abstract Marble held numerous sculptures, birdbaths, and other art pieces. It is like a very cold, pristine chunk of snow that never melts. The molecules and minerals that make up the marble offer teeny reflections of light resulting in a sparkling surface. The marble quarried from the Marble quarry is stark white. There we struck up a conversation with the owner, Gary Bascom. Our first stop in town was at Abstract Marble. The air was refreshing, probably due in part to the elevation of 7,950 feet (2,423 meters). Periodically alongside the road one catches a glimpse of the Crystal River. The final leg is about six miles along a beautiful, winding county road. It took a little more than one and one-half hours to get to Marble. One has to wonder if there are any fish left in the reservoir or if they have all succumbed to the lack of oxygen. Because of the drought in western Colorado, there was very little water remaining in the reservoir. One of the sites along the east side of Highway 133 is Paonia Reservoir. The last time I was there was about five decades ago. On the way, we decided to stop at the town of Marble, Colorado. Leslie and I decided it was the perfect time to drive to Gunnison to complete some genealogy research. Now that we are retired, it seems any day is a good day to take a drive.
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