A friend’s story shared on a social media site reminded me of my grandmother.

My mother regularly drove an automobile. She used a special skill my father taught her to get through the water holes that separated our house on Blauvelt’s Hill and Superior.

A Republican River flood had washed out the north approach to stateline bridge which served the “new” highway opened a handful of years earlier.

With the new road closed, highway traffic was diverted over the former route we called “the old highway,”

In the 1920s, Superior businessmen paved a portion of the route but they d...