Taking a side trip to see the site of the Sand Creek Massacre was incredible. Driving eight miles on dirt roads to reach the park took me by acres and acres of land in such need of rain. I like to imagine as I’m going down the road what the people thought when they first came across this land: what they saw, how they survived, and first contact with the Cheyenne and Arapahoe. Reading the letters from the two officers who held back and refused to have their regiments fire on the defenseless Indians gives hope still that there are those who will stand up for what is right against all odds. Walking out to the lookout point, the whole world opens up before you. Miles and miles of pasture stretches out in all directions beyond the trees still clinging to life along the Sand Creek. The land is beautiful and it must have been something to see it filled with bison. Pictures to follow-this photo was found on line.