A Stroll Through Time in Golden

Golden, Colorado, a town that whispers tales of the Wild West, was the perfect setting for an afternoon of exploration and nostalgia. As my husband and I parked our RV on the outskirts of town, I felt a familiar thrill of anticipation. The open road had brought us here, to a place where history and modernity dance together in the shadow of the Rockies. Our journey was about to take a delightful turn with the Wild West Pub Crawl tour.

The sun was shining brightly as we joined our fellow adventurers, each of us donning a bandana that marked us as part of this merry band of outlaws. Our guide, Chris, was a charismatic storyteller whose passion for Golden’s history was infectious. As we strolled through the streets, he painted vivid pictures of the town’s past, bringing to life the characters and events that shaped this corner of the West.

Our first stop was the Golden City Brewery, nestled in the backyard of a charming Victorian mansion. The brewery, one of the oldest in Golden, offered a selection of craft beers that were as rich in flavor as the stories Chris shared. Sipping a cold brew under the Colorado sun, I felt a connection to the past, imagining the pioneers who once walked these streets.

Brews and Tales

As we moved from one brewery to the next, the camaraderie among our group grew. At the Barrels and Bottles Brewery, located across from the iconic Coors Brewery, we sampled a variety of beers and even some local wines. The atmosphere was lively, and the stories continued to flow as freely as the drinks.

Chris’s tales of the Wild West were not just about dates and facts; they were about the people who lived, loved, and sometimes fought in this rugged landscape. His enthusiasm was contagious, and I found myself hanging on every word, eager to learn more about the town that had become a temporary home for us.

The Astor House, though no longer a museum, stood as a testament to Golden’s storied past. As we paused outside, Chris shared anecdotes about the building’s history, weaving a tapestry of tales that spanned decades. It was moments like these that reminded me why I love the open road and the stories it holds.

A Toast to the Past

Our final stop was the Mountain Toad Brewing, a friendly spot just off the beaten path. Here, we wrapped up our journey through time with a final round of beers and stories. The sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the town that bore its name.

As we raised our glasses in a toast to the past, I felt a deep sense of gratitude for the experiences that travel brings. The Wild West Pub Crawl had not only introduced us to the rich history of Golden but had also connected us with fellow travelers and locals alike.

Driving back to our RV, I reflected on the day’s adventures. The open road had once again led us to a place where history and community intertwined, leaving us with memories to cherish and stories to share. For those who seek the heart of America, Golden is a destination that promises both discovery and delight.