Here he is, folks: the man, the legend, Zebulon Pike. He "discovered" Pikes Peak (because, you know, it wasn't there before he found it -- all 14,110 feet of it were mysteriously hidden from view until he came along). The funny thing about Zeb Pike is that he never made it to the top of his namesake mountain! He made an attempt in 1806 but gave up after two days. What a wimp! Nowadays people run a marathon up its flanks! Just kidding about the wimp part. It must have been quite a challenge in those days to crest a fourteener.
It seems like everything around here has got the word Pike or Peak in it. My street intersects with Pikes Peak Avenue, for instance. We've got Peak this, Pike that, et cetera. One of the popular coffee houses in town is called Pikes Perk -- clever, no? I wonder why old Zebulon didn't go with Pike Mountain instead of Pikes Peak. Guess it wasn't alliterative enough ;o)
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Cute post Tamera! By the way, I'm glad he went with Pikes Peak instead of Pike Mountain. It sounds more unique that way (to me anyway!).
Hah! I got sick when we drove up to the top (altitude related) and to my kids henceforth it was known as "Pikes Puke". Yikes.
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