(a reprise from 2013)

Far in the southwest corner of Colorado rests the Sleeping Ute.  His head is to the north, his feet to the south, his toes a volcanic outcropping.  Legend has it that when he is angry, puffs of cloud come out his pockets; and that one day he will rise up and help the Ute Mountain Utes (Weeminuche) smite their enemies.  (That might have been useful a hundred and fifty years ago…now, not so much.)