Never being ones to pass up the scenic route, Dad and I started heading back to California via Irish Canyon in northwestern Colorado. It’s an interesting spot with Native American petroglyphs but it doesn’t look very much like the Emerald Isle. The name comes from three men from the 19th century who held up a saloon in Rock Springs, Wyoming and came down here to hide out from the law. Notice that these guys were identified by their ethnicity rather than their crime. This was back in the days of “no Irish need apply” America and many folks distrusted and were scared of the new waves of immigrants coming to these shores. I’d like to say that we’ve moved on from that, but…
Luckily, I’m no crook. But at least I know a good place to hide if I ever need one.
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