Ruxton, Colorado was a small town built for railroad service. Here there would have been maintenance of way crews and equipment, A depot of some type and few homes for the workers to live in. The local train would stop here, dropping off supplies and people and picking up. It was a wide spot out on the mesas of eastern Colorado.
Ruxton is located in one of Colorado’s more unique landscapes. It is a dry land of cacti, mesas, gullies and canyons. Scrub trees dot the land and along the springs and small creeks, there are groves of trees. There are small oasis’s that are scattered across the empty land. Cattle roam over the land and the occasional ranch house next to a spring.
Cattle shipping would have been handled by the railroad or sheep. Early 1900’s, lots of sheep roamed the land but the land could not sustain the sheep. Today it is mostly cattle roaming the land in search of sparse tufts of grass.
Along the dusty road there are old railroad cars, marking where corrals and pens are. Here the rancher could drive his cattle in for shipment on the rails.
There is the old stone house, now is state of falling apart. Yet years ago it would have been a family’s dream home. The first room was built, with door and window. Later years, rooms were added on to the house, probably as the family grew. The little stone house is the only sign there had been a village here.
The trains still roar by and MOW crews still work on the rails. It is a vast land that has a song of silence, one can listen, for those that pause. It is broken by the occasional pick up or train. The grasses sway with the few trees as an easy breeze whispers through. Clouds roll across the horizon keeping their moisture. In silence, Ruxton sits.