I meandered around the area myself last week and landed myself in Sphinx Park at another famous find. The Buck Snort Saloon captured my attention, and after a long day at the Rhubarb Festival, you’ve gotta go, too. It’s an authentic, yet precariously perched mainstay in the community of Sphinx Park, just upstream from
Pine Grove
. I was impressed by just how easy and beautiful the 45 minute drive from Evergreen was. The Sphinx Park Mercantile, which now houses
The Buck Snort Saloon,
has parking that’s tricky to navigate, but well worth maneuvering.
Colorado miner legends go way back, folks, and are personified perfectly at this authentic Saloon. According to Jeff the bartender, an old Colorado mining tradition (back when the mining company owned the saloons and used them to monitor their men) dictated that a miner would stop in at the saloon before going in for his shift of back-breaking labor in the depths below. He’d plop down a bill and his name as proof he was there and going in that day. It became a good luck charm, of sorts.
The boss could see the accountability, as the bill would be on the bar all day, and the worker would then claim the buck (usually minus the cost of a well-earned beer) when he was safe and sound away from the mine. Many a buck went unclaimed during that time due to the dangerous conditions.
When a bill went unclaimed, it would be solemnly pinned to the wall in remembrance of the man who gave his life for the mines. So now, the Buck Snort’s tradition lives on, in tribute to those unfortunates who never came out to claim their buck.
The evidence is a place papered by bucks “paid” in tribute by visitors who want to leave their mark, too. Including me. Solidarity, folks. This famous spot has been frequented by celebrities, road warriors, and visitors the world over.
Galina Bye, owner for the last 20 years, makes sure of 1 thing and 1 thing only: “Everyone’s equal at
The Buck Snort
. Everyone comes in to party and have a great time, and everyone’s equal here.”
I’ll tell ya what, folks.
This area is littered with pride, tradition and stories that make you want to stay for another cold one. I did, and met Michael Olguin, a local resident of Pine who treated me with a tale of the Mountain Lion. According to Mike, this particular cat comes around in April and has been around for years. Years ago, Coyotes had surrounded him in his cabin.
It wasn't unusual to hear them calling in the distance, but this particular night he was caught out at the woodpile when they cut off his path back to safety. Just when the coyotes were moving in, this Mountain Lion shot out of nowhere and saved him. Killed 2 coyotes and kept the rest at bay while Mike was able to get back to the cabin. Later that night, she brought him back a rabbit and put it on his porch. Ever since then, she’s taken care of him and others around the community. Kind of makes you rethink the rep of the big mountain cat, right? (Not for me, necessarily. I’ll still take extra precautions, Mike.)
Yep, the phrase, “I had no idea that was there!” has spurred me into a gorgeous adventure, and I’m excited to continue it on the 10th of June for the Rhubarb Fest. I’ll be taking in the view, the food, and the folk, and can’t wait to assist in edifying the everyday outsider around the beauty and magic that awaits just minutes up the mountain.
See you soon!