I have been asked to explain why my site is called ‘5th Gate Photography’ so it seems it is time to tell the story.
First, full disclosure: The images of the 1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4th gates are not mine. I have borrowed them from Google Earth. As I do not own a drone, and I did not want to stand in the middle of traffic to get a good shot, I have had to resort to this method to illustrate this post.
The 5th Gate
When I was still working in a job that required me to go to the office, I would make a ritual of going home at the end of the day. The ritual was comprised of recognizing a series of way points on the drive home, it went like this:
The end of the day has arrived and I am leaving the office. As I am about to get into my car I pause for a moment and take a deep breath, then I get into the car and loosen my tie. I’m off, I maneuver out of the parking lot and head for the roads that will lead me home. As I pass the last urban stoplight I remove my tie. Now what was a named urban street is now US Highway 285, southbound. I can already begin to feel relief from corporate stress. Soon I will come to the 1st Gate.
The 1st Gate is a gap in the hogback that forms a low elevation prelude to the Front Range of the Rocky Mountains. This uplifted ridge of ancient seabed, known as the Morrison Formation, can be found in many places along the eastern face of the Rockies. At this particular place Turkey Creek has cut a gap in the ridge that allows for westward travel. It is here that I leave behind almost all of the urban traffic. The only remaining suburbanites that live beyond this point are those that live in the town of Morrison, which is just over the ridge to the right in this photo. After passing through this gate much of the urban energy will have been filtered out.
The 1st Gate
Th 2nd Gate
Now I can begin to feel the energy of the mountains. Another mile or so up the road and I come to the 2nd Gate. Just before the 2nd Gate the folks that live in Morrison will turn off 285 at the Highway 8 exit. As I pass through the 2nd Gate the canyon narrows considerably and becomes much more narrow. The road twists and turns as it follows the watercourse of Turkey Creek. Soon I will pass the last reminder of urban life - the speed trap that the Morrison town police typically set up near mile marker 248. As I pass that I leave behind all things urban the peaceful energy of the mountains begins to seep into my bones.
I drive a couple more miles and I come to the 3rd Gate, the entrance to Parmalee Gulch. Here I enter a two lane road, still paved but much more narrow and much more filled with sharp curves. I have been going uphill since I left the office and I am now at an elevation of 6800 feet above sea level. Down in the flatlands signs inform you of the population of the hamlet that you are entering, up here you are made aware of the elevation. Parmalee Gulch is named after the first settler who came to this area in the 1860s. John Parmalee had many businesses in this area in those days including the Denver and Turkey Creek Wagon Road Company which cut the first toll road up Turkey Creek Canyon. That old toll road is now US Highway 285.
The 3rd Gate
Now I am near home and I can really feel the difference in the atmosphere. Vehicles travel at a maximum speed of about 30 mile per hour on this road, a much more relaxed approach to travel. I can feel the pull of my home as I enter the gulch, but I have one task to finish before I get home. I drive through a couple of turns and I get to the Post Office where I pick up my mail. Mail is not delivered to homes up here, we all have post office boxes. Consequently, everyone comes down to the Post Office on a regular basis. It’s a kind of rendezvous point for the valley and I frequently meet my friends and neighbors there as I am getting my mail. It affords a good opportunity for a little conversation and good cheer.
I back out of the parking area at the Post Office and point my car uphill. The road is all turns now and about three quarters of a mile up from the Post Office I pass the Indian Hills Community Center. This old building was once the one room school house for all of the children in the valley. Another half a mile up the road and I come to the 4th Gate. This is Giant Gulch Road. It once went over Bear Mountain to Evergreen but now it is less than one half mile long. Fifty years ago or thereabouts it was lightly paved and some of that pavement can still be seen, especially here at the entrance of Giant Gulch where the road is almost two lanes wide. I turn onto Giant Gulch Road and soon onto Taos Road. Very little pavement has survived the years on Taos Road and it is only one lane wide. As I get near my home the pavement is gone entirely, only packed dirt remains.
The 4th gate
The 5th Gate