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Lycan, Colorado

Posted by graywacke on May 7, 2010

First timer?  In this formerly once-a-day blog (now pretty much an every-other-day blog), I have my computer select a random latitude and longitude that puts me somewhere in the continental United States (the lower 48).  I call this “landing.”  I keep track of the watersheds I land in, as well as the town I land near.  I do some internet research to hopefully find something of interest about my landing location.  To find out more about A Landing A Day (like who “Dan” is and what the various numbers and abbreviations mean), please see “About Landing,” (and “Abbreviations” and “Cryptic Numbers”) above.

Dan –  I was mumbling in disappointment (although somewhat amused by keeping up the every-other-landing OSer/USer pattern) when I assumed that I had landed in an OSer.  But this state, after spending years as an OSer, has inched its way into US-land; and landing there has put me oh-so-close to getting past 150.

The state? . . . CO; 63/64; 6/10; 2; 150.0.  See the red and bold?  That’s right, it’s a new record low Score.  Way back on September 19th, my Score was 150.3.  Today, 89 landings later, I finally broke through.  We’ll find out soon if the LG sees fit for me to taste the 140s . . .

So, I landed in the crowded SE corner of CO.  Here’s my landing map showing my proximity to the KS state line and the towns of Lycan and Two Buttes:


Here’s a slightly-expanded landing map to show you how crowded the SE corner of CO is.  Today’s landing is the eastern-most:


For the second time, I landed in the N Fk of the Cimarron R; on to the Cimarron (12th hit); on to the Arkansas (102nd hit); on to the MM (740th hit).

Here’s my GE shot, showing (surprise), an agricultural area.  For scale, the square fields are a half-mile on a side.  You can see the state line just to the east of my landing (the N-S line on the east side of the brown field):


There were no Street View shots close to my landing, I had to settle on this view about four miles away from my landing (looking east toward my landing):


Looking back at my landing map, you see I landed closest to Lycan.  Well, Lycan is practically non-existant at this point in time.  Here’s an exciting GE shot of Lycan:

Basically, all I could find was from RockyMountainProfiles.com.  The website has a section about Colorado Ghost Towns, which contains a piece about Lycan.  I lifted some text and pictures:

Lycan ( Buckeye) Colorado Townsite – Ghost town

Little is know of this town. Only a couple buildings remain along with the usual assortment of machinery.  Apparently the town got the name from the town’s first school teacher and postmistress.  Post Office long gone.   This town is actually  “New Lycan,” as the original town of Lycan was located about seven miles north west of this location.

Here is a picture of the old school house at old Lycan THANKS to http://coloradopast.com:

A viewer writes November 24th 2009 –  I have enclosed a picture of the site of mom’s last place in far western Kansas, west of Manter, about a 1/2 mile from the Colorado line.  That place is still called “The Carter Section” (acc. to the man who still farms it) named after my grandpa and grandma (Ike and Lilly Carter), mom’s parents.   Here’s Mom’s homestead:

Also two stories below.

“Ice Cream Social.”  As told by Maxine Carter Montgomery, to her son Michael Carter McKenzie.

In the early 1930s, to celebrate the end of wheat harvest, my dad (Ike Carter) would drive his Model T up the road a couple miles west to Buckeye, Colorado (this place is now called Lycan) to get huge blocks of ice to make ice cream.  This ice cream social was a big deal, with neighbors and farmhands all invited, with women bringing in their own pies and cakes; and my mother (Lillie Carter) would make her famous angel food cake.  Occasionally she would make the cake a bit fancier, with streaks of chocolate or other food coloring, but folks loved the social atmosphere.

He would bring the ice home wrapped in blankets and tarps and quickly take it down to our cellar, to try and keep it as cool as possible for as long as possible.  Then, using a chisel and a sledge, he would break off large chunks, then wrap those chunks in burlap and break them up still further to fit around the freezer of the ice cream container–then folks would take turns cranking until the ice cream was ready.  What a treat!

“Herding Cattle,” as told by Maxine Carter Montgomery to her son, Michael Carter McKenzie.

In the 1930s we would frequently run some cattle in the eastern foothills of the Rocky Mountains, to take advantage of better summer pasture.  This was south and west of Buckeye.  When the season was over, the cattle would be brought down into small canyons or draws in eastern Colorado, to await the Kansas Brand Inspector.  My job was to ride herd on them, to make sure none got away.

I was pretty good on a horse, and dad would tell me to watch out for snakes, as they might cause the horse to buck and throw me, but I always stayed on!  I liked doing that, and felt as though I was being “responsible” in a grown-up way.

I landed fairly close to Two Buttes.  I’ll close with this picture of the two buttes:

This picture is from Penn State’s 1979 Geology Field camp (when shorter shorts for guys were the norm).  Geology field camp is typically a brutal five or six week stint out west when geology students learn about describing rock outcrop, deciphering complex geological structures and preparing geological maps and cross sections.  I did my field camp in the Black Hills while I was a grad student at Kent State, and brutal it was.  Up at dawn, hiking all over creation trying to figure out the geology; back to camp to spend most of the night trying to prepare maps and reports.  I could go on with numerous field camp stories, but I’ll spare you.

That’ll do it. . .

KS

Greg

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