Its awesomeness is threefold:

1) It’s an ingenious solution to the snow-plow-knocking-over-the-mailbox problem: mount the mailbox on a spring! The elastic deformation of the spring absorbs the impact of the plowed snow, and the mailbox returns to its upright position once the snow melts or is removed. I’ve seen several mailboxes like this, so this photo is a tribute to all of them.

2) It’s resourceful. The springs used for this type of mailbox all seem to have been salvaged from old pieces of farm equipment.

3) It’s visible in the previous weather station photo.

Nothing spectacular, but at an elevation of 4624 feet, it’s the highest altitude I’ve reached so far, and is less than 1000 feet lower than the pass I will take over the continental divide.

It’s not really visible in this photo, but there’s a snow-speckled mountain (another first for this trip!) just barely peeking out behind the trees in the background near the center of the shot.

What an inspired name.

I like that phrase.

Don needs to work on his prepositions.

Then I saw the panel on the bottom.

But I stopped to appreciate this sign, a nice change from the "NO CAMPING" signs you normally see at rest areas.

A name whose origins are forever obscured, buried beneath the shifting sands of time.