This is a story that isn’t really a story in the literal sense. It is a telling of a time, place and period of change for the writer and many others. A number of the events and outcomes don’t lend themselves a story-like telling in the usual form; and one will find that the Fort St. Vrain saga changes depending on who is telling it at the time and why. This is a letter to me and to the many others who had by choice or inadvertently joined me on this particularly interesting branch of US technical history which never translated into actual operating machinery. It’s about the problems I had and the life that I led while I was up there, working in Colorado. I struggled with this piece a little just because it’s in the all-too-common first person narrative which is I understand all too popular in these days of people relating personal experiences on the internet.
---Ron Jagodinski 
Traveling to Fort St. Vrain
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FSV Folks Note: Ron said that "...this story belongs to all the Fort St. Vrain people, but I would like to dedicate it to the memory of Jim Reader -- the PSCo engineer who put up with a lot of my questions. 'There ARE no stupid questions, Jago; -- only stupid answers!'-- JR circa 1974."
© 2008 by Ronald Jagodinski
