Salida, Colorado

After Lakin, Sandburg left Kansas. He slept in a boxcar as the train headed towards Colorado. When he awoke the next morning he looked up and found himself in the Rocky Mountains.

My eyes caught high rises of tumbling land I had never met before. "Jesus," I said, "those are the Rocky Mountains." I hadn't planned it but there they were, rolling formations of rock and pine lifted away high. "There's the Hand of God." I said.

Sandburg spent two days in Salida where he picked pears and earned a few half-dollars.

• Salida, Colorado

  
  

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  After Lakin, Sandburg left Kansas. He slept in a boxcar as the train headed towards Colorado. When he awoke the next morning he looked up and found himself in the Rocky Mountains.

  My eyes caught high rises of tumbling land I had never met before. "Jesus," I said, "those are the Rocky Mountains." I hadn't planned it but there they were, rolling formations of rock and pine lifted away high. "There's the Hand of God." I said.

  Sandburg spent two days in Salida where he picked pears and earned a few half-dollars.