The Last Indian Village
Tucked back in the Limon Breaks was a small band of Indians that refused to go to the reservation. They managed to stay out of the governments’ sights until the 1940’s, the beginning of WWII. The breaks is a rugged wilderness of steep ravines, gullies and canyons, dotted with thick stands of cedars, pines and scrub brush. At an elevation that ranges from 6000 feet to almost 8000 feet, not many people settled in the breaks.
It was too rugged for large scale farming and the weather makes for some nasty winters and springs. This type of landscape made for a great place to Indians to live and thrive.
Scattered among the hills are numerous springs, feeding small streams. It is a haven for wildlife, there was water, ample feed and protection down in the ravine bottoms. This was great buffalo country and the Indians had been coming to the area for centuries. There are caves among the cliffs, providing shelter for the Nomads that roamed the area. Deer roamed the land, as did rabbits, antelope, coyotes and numerous other critters. These provided food and clothing for the Indians. There was wild fruit in the breaks, such as choke cherry, a variety of herbs and tubers grow along the bottom meadows. For a subsistence life, it was everything a person needed to live.
At the end of the 1800’s most of the Indian wars had ceased. The Indians had been carted off to reservations to become domesticated. Not all stayed on the reservation. They would wander off and return to the lands they knew and set up living like they used to. The buffalo had almost been exterminated but the Indians managed to live on the prairie. There are stories of ranchers running across small bands living on their ranch.
For the most part, the cowboys let things be and left the Indians to their devices. A few would help, bring food, blankets or clothing. Eventually the government would hear of these little groups, round em up and take them to the reservation. The band in the Limon Breaks avoided detection for a number of years. The ranchers in the area would help them and even offered them livestock if they were hungry. Quietly the Indians went about their life in the woods and ravines. The caves they used are marked with smoke from their fires. Rings of rocks can be seen where they had their tepees. Fire pits can be seen nearby.
Driving on Interstate 70 across eastern Colorado, one would not even consider there would be a thick forest to the north of Cedar Point. On the ridges to the north can be seen groves of cedar stretching to the north for miles. Over the ridge, the land drops down into steep ravines climbing back up cliffs to mountains of about 7500 feet. There are no homes back in there and it pretty much open rugged wilderness. Wildlife still roam the area, it is cattle now that graze the land. Here for about 40 years, a group of Indians avoided the long arm of the government, living off the grid.