At lunchtime today we went into town for a nice (different) experience for lunch. The brother to our balloon pilot has a brew-pub in town so we tried it out. There was a large group of Harley riders there watching a hockey game that cheered at any goal but it really wasn't any problem just a lot of fun. The beer and the food was very good with quite a different atmosphere in a typical adobe house.
Then we toured the Kit Carson house and museum. Christopher "Kit" Carson was born in Kentucky but his family moved to Missouri near Boonville (Franklin, MO just across the river north) where he grew up. At around 16 his mother apprenticed him to a saddle maker but he ran away and joined a wagon train headed west on the Santa Fe trail. From then on his life was as a hunter, trapper, guide and army officer. He spoke English, Spanish, French, and several Indian dialects plus sign language. He knew all the country from California to Montana and all points from Taos westward. His first two wives were Indian, the first died from childbirth of his second child. The second wife couldn't stand his being away on excursions in the mountains so she divorced him Indian style and left with her tribe. His third wife was the daughter of a trader from southeast Colorado and she was the one that lived in this house with him for several years and they had several children. The museum showed a History Channel video of his life and the person that played the part of Kit Carson was actually one of his great great grandsons.
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