Rockslides near Boulder Falls have made the popular destination unsafe to visit today, but there’s much more to see on a drive up Boulder Canyon. Take a trip back in time to view the route through the eyes of our predecessors.
In February 1859, Boulder was founded by gold seekers as a supply town for miners in the mountains. A dirt road branched off of Boulder Canyon into Fourmile Canyon, while another wound uphill through the town of Magnolia.
Boulder Canyon, west of the Magnolia turnoff, was initially considered impassable.
Then, in 1869, prospectors discovered silver at Caribou, west of present-day Nederland. Two years later, in 1871, Boulder merchants realized they had an opportunity — even an obligation — to capitalize on Caribou’s mining boom. The men formed a company and managed to build a single-lane dirt road all the way up the canyon, allowing teamsters to haul supplies to the miners.
This early road, with 33 bridges, followed the twists and turns of Boulder Creek. Occasional wider spots along the road provided turnouts for four- or six-horse teams and their heavily laden wagons. The horses (or sometimes mules) wore harness bells to alert oncoming drivers. Often, a dog ran ahead of the wagons as a lookout.
The drivers of these freight wagons paid a toll at the entrance to the canyon. Presumably, pedestrians could hike in the canyon for free, and they did.

For Boulder residents, Boulder Falls was also a place to have fun. Along with the recreationists came photographers Louis Meile and Joseph Sturtevant. They hauled 75 pounds of bulky equipment in a horse-drawn wagon that doubled as a darkroom to develop, on site, their glass-plate negatives.
At the falls, Meile and Sturtevant captured members of the Five Pie Pedestrian Club, who had hiked the eight miles from Boulder to enjoy their pies beside the crashing waters, where North Boulder Creek flows into Middle Boulder Creek.
Soon to follow were larger stages for sightseers. These horse-drawn vehicles were particularly popular for Bible school and church group excursions.

Meanwhile, four-horse teams pulling stagecoaches loaded with passengers and mail left Boulder every morning at 7 a.m., taking all day to make the 20-mile climb to Nederland. Those traveling on to Caribou stayed in the coach for four more miles. The stages stopped at a “half-way house” –– a no-longer-standing building in the canyon, past Boulder Falls. At the stage stop, the driver, the passengers and the horses could rest and enjoy a meal.

By the early 1900s, horse-drawn vehicles mingled with automobiles. The newer forms of transportation required an improved roadway. In 1914, convicts from the state penitentiary in Cañon City were brought in to widen the road. In the years that followed, Model Ts, Stanley Steamers, and large chauffeur-driven touring cars and buses transported college groups, climbing clubs and Chautauqua excursionists.
Boulder Falls was always a stop. Afterward, passengers picnicked at a symmetrically shaped 83-foot spruce called the “perfect tree.” The tree, near mile marker 30 on the south side of Boulder Creek, succumbed in the 1990s to old age and a budworm infestation. The original road also looped (and still does) around a large rock formation named Castle Rock.
Whatever the mode of transportation, all visitors wanted to take in the scenery. One of the canyon’s earliest admirers, author and journalist Helen Hunt Jackson, rode a horse through Boulder Canyon (then with the Spanish spelling of Cañon) in 1878. She was so captivated by her surroundings that she compared Boulder Creek to an allegro movement in a symphony.
“If I tell it breathless, it is because I tell it true,” she wrote in her book “Bits of Travel at Home.” “And if I could tell it really true, the words would leap and break into foam like the creek.”
“I hold the Boulder people lucky,” she added, “not in that gold and silver are brought down to their streets every day, but that they can walk of an afternoon up into Boulder Cañon.”

Great job, Silvia! This article was so interesting and your research really shows. The high quality historical images are definitely a plus. I enjoyed learning about our local landmark and I’m curious for more.
Thanks! I love the photos, too — especially the “Five pie pedestrian club.”
I love this kind of local history!
I appreciate your feedback, and I’ll keep doing more…. Thanks.
Thanks Silvia !
And thank you, too….
I was born at BCH in 1949 while my parents lived at the Foot of the Mountain Motel. Dad was at CU studying for his Boulder High History career.
He got a summer job delivering the laundry for the Central City Opera.
I went along for the ride! We picked up the laundry at the Dougout Cleaners on the Hill and would get to the Opera by noon. Dad would play the piano during the singers lunch and we would load up the purple 39 Plymouth and after 33 bridges we would get to the Dougout Cleaners by 5!!
Sometimes we would take Magnolia as it seemed faster!
In 1954 we had to stop before the Tunnel! Blasting!! 5.43,2,one Boom !! After they got the rock cleared we drove on by towards the power station and I saw light coming through the Tunnel!!
He had to quit this job as the canyon was mostly closed for construction!
From Nederland to CC it was also crazy! Gamble gulch to Missouri Gulch Hugelville rd to Blackhawk!
I hope you enjoyed my tale
Mike Shaw
Great story… thanks for the tale. Interesting that Boulder was still a supply center — even for clean laundry!
Around 1900, my great-grandparents, Alex G. McKenna and his wife Eliza, bought the tungsten mining claims in the Nederland area after the Firth Stirling Steel company he worked for decided the claims weren’t worth much. A cousin of his had been in Boulder for years, and was one of the founders of the first bank in Boulder.
Alex was then the first president of the Wolf Tongue Mining Co. which he started with that money. Family lore has it that he was also the coiner of the company name (and now well-used phrase around Nederland), which was/is a clever pun joining of the words wolframite and tungsten, whose periodic table of the elements’ symbol is W.
My grandfather Donald—whose earliest 1910 memory was of playing on a ranch downstream from Nederland that eventually was submerged by Barker dam—told stories of how his parents took horse-drawn wagons up from Boulder in Boulder Canyon with supplies delivered by the trains coming to Boulder from the east.
The tungsten business in Nederland failed about 15 or so years later, due to cheaper tungsten discovered elsewhere. But a decade after that, my grandfather and his brother went into the tungsten business again (not in Colorado), which then did well during WWII. The well-known Claremont McKenna College in California, is now named after Donald, one of its founding trustees.
Bringing this kind of history to light (your comments and also those of Michael Shaw) is just what I’d hoped for in this local history column. Thanks for the new info…
Always like your Boulder history articles, as they help form a deeper connection to the town we love, Boulder, and our blessed surroundings. Well written, informative and to the point, your facts and musings always seem to spark the imagination! Thanks for all the years of service to us all.
Thanks so much for your kind words.
To paraphrase Ms. Jackson, the true wealth of Boulder lies not in gold and silver, but in its natural beauty. May it ever be so!
Yes, thank you for commenting.
Wow, what a beautiful quote from Helen Hunt Jackson. Enjoyed this article, thank you so much for sharing your knowledge.
Jackson did have a way with words…. thanks.
Thanks Silvia. Always great hearing and learning from you. Stay well and happy. Linda B.
I appreciate the feedback. Thanks.
Thank you for writing this up. I was very interested in this story and thought I might have to do more research. I live at the mouth of the canyon these days and I’m so grateful everyday.
The best place to do local history research is at the Carnegie Branch Library at 1125 Pine Street — open Thursday and Saturday afternoons and several other days by appointment. Wonderful historical photos…. Thanks
What a fantastic historical ‘conversation’ story! Love this visual and visceral recount of Boulder’s history from the eyes of those discovering the richness in the land’s whole presence and beauty and not just the mineral conversion. Thank you!
I really appreciate your feedback. It looks as if I will be writing more stories like this… Thanks.