One home can tell a hundred stories.

How many pairs of boots have tromped the floors of The Wellington House, built in 1888? Impossible to say, thanks to the countless miners, diners, farmers and gamblers who have passed through the historic home’s doors.

On a sunny summer day, oblivious drivers on U.S. 24 cruise by the longstanding piece of Colorado history, shrouded by dense forest. For up on the hill stands a solitary, sweet, yellow, turn-of-the-century farmhouse, picture perfect with its surrounding white picket fence that poses no obstacle for the bears who live on the mountain to the east of Wellington Gulch, which runs parallel to the property. They amble by on the regular, stopping to play on the grass and in the trees and to dine on the abundant choke cherries, before wandering

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