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I fell down a boulder at Royal Gorge in June, 1969 and tore a gash in my knee! I had ridden up to CO with some folks I didn't even know, to attend my brother's graduation from the USAF Academy. I was with a young woman whose fiancee was graduating with Gerry. She had arranged for a ride with these folks and asked my Mama if either my sister or I could go along.

The folks decided to stop at Royal Gorge before we went on into Colorado Springs. I'm afraid my spill cut short their visit. They drove me to one of the instructor's homes, where I was to meet my brother. He was late getting there, so I sat there in pain waiting. What a bummer! Still have a scar from that!

Cool place, though.