Poco Mountain Girl

On Saturday we headed to Denver…to the Firefighters Museum!

This building was Denver’s very first firehouse, Station #1. It hails from 1909 and housed Engine Company #1.

The firemen of Station #1 traveled by horse-drawn carriage, which to me is fascinating. To them, I’m sure it wasn’t quite so romantic.

Speaking of romantic, is that the ghost of a fireman sitting there in the shadows?

I would have loved this place as a kid. My dream was to grow up to become a fire chief. My initials were M.F.D., and I always liked to imagine they stood for Mia Fire Department. 🙂

Zia had a blast playing on this kid-friendly real fire truck and trying on the duds.

Caleb was more into checking out the historical artifacts and machinery.

Can you imagine jumping into this net?

I think you were supposed to aim for that hand-sewn red spot. I wonder what it would feel like? It seems like you’d bounce right back out again, but maybe it wouldn’t have much give…ow. I’m glad I never had to find out.

These things were from a Denver fire. The firefighters who wore those melted helmets survived, but with third-degree burns on their faces and necks. Hmm…maybe I don’t really want to be a fire chief after all.

Outside the museum, we passed by these “Occupy Wall Street” protestors camped out in the park.

The police were there, too–in full regalia. Yikes.

Just another day in the good ol’ U.S. of A.

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