It's so satisfying to see that the world has not lost its wackiness - we're visiting small towns around Estes Park, Colorado, with friends Mel and Randy... and wondering if it's the altitude that causes the excellent eccentric behavior in these parts. We spent some time today in Ward, Colorado - unarguably the best junkyard we've seen. Once a year, on a specified date, a hermit comes down from his place in the mountains above the town of Ward, dressed in a loincloth, and challenges all comers to a "rassle". Each year several of the town's strongest take him on - but nobody's beaten him yet. Randy thinks this has something to do with the loincloth thing...
Then there's the "Frozen Dead Guy" Festival in Nederland, Colorado. Apparently when one of the local guys lost his beloved grandfather, he decided to keep Gramps around by putting him on dry ice in the Tuff Shed behind his house. This amateur cryogenic technique actually worked - he just brought in new dry ice periodically to keep the temperature consistent. Some of the more uptight citizens of Nederland (didn't know there were any...) took him to court, as they were concerned about health issues - but they lost. So, in celebration, there is a Frozen Dead Guy Festival every year in March, which includes a hearse parade, coffin races, toasts to Gramps (he's still chillin'), and other festivities - sponsored in part by Tuff Sheds, of course.
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