Previously on Day Six: While my son held down the fort back at our Pueblo hotel room, my wife and I spent a romantic evening strolling along the city’s Arkansas Riverwalk, which domesticated and decorated a stretch of the same bumpy river that we’d watched bubble and babble beneath the Royal Gorge Bridge mere hours and miles prior.
As with any well-executed riverwalk, art is a key contributor to quality of leisure. Clean sidewalks, neatly trimmed grass, and vivacious flower arrangements are to be expected, but artistic expressions are a much-appreciated means to enliven any pedestrian attraction. One of the key pieces along the Arkansas Riverwalk is Walks Among the Stars, a Lakota Sioux woman cast in bronze and clad in an actual quilt.
A better shot of her star quilt also showcases the plaza of donated bricks where she stands, the ramps that connect the Riverwalk to the ordinary streets above, and some of the surrounding greenery.
Here, “brick” and “fountain” are two rarely combined words that look great together.
Fountains come in all sizes, shapes, colors, and geometric arrangements.
A cluster of mini-monoliths vaguely reminiscent of Stonehenge stands adjacent to a modest staircase waterfall.
At the southeast end of the Riverwalk, permanent art is built into the sidewalk itself without fear of washing away like chalk in the evening’s thunderstorm.
If you didn’t bring any children of your own to frolic in some of the more accessible fountains, these metal facsimiles provide accompaniment and a reminder that sports are a universal language.
Child statues don’t just play hard — they work hard, too! And sometimes they play hard while working hard. This is why they’re not paid very well.
Even the return trip from the Riverwalk back to the free parking garage was beset with art. The search for a decent garage upon our arrival — eventually located, nestled between odd intersections and one-way streets — had required the driving of a few laps at one point, but the walk back to it was a little less awkward, and allowed moments of art appreciation here and there.
We passed by a building with the large logo “PBR”. I don’t drink, but I still couldn’t help wondering, “Why does Pabst have offices here?” Even after staring at the obvious statue for a minute, it took me far too long to solve the riddle — the acronym belongs to the association of Professional Bull Riders. Perhaps I was more tired than I thought.
Our night in Pueblo would be our final sleepover in Colorado, but not our last stop in that gorgeous, variegated state. Nor did it signify the end of our vacation. Our nine-day journey was far from over, and we’re grateful that the last three days weren’t and endless marathon of mind-numbing flatland. Several hours were, yes, but not all the hours.
To be continued!
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