Here is the story of Colorado’s old hotels–some lavish, some lascivious, a few just long forgotten. Before the turn of the century, when travel was arduous, not to mention downright dangerous, voyagers to the Rocky Mountains wanted to lower their travel-weary limbs into plush chairs, nibble oysters, and sip champagne. No luxury was denied them when they arrived at most Colorado hotels. At the Hotel de Paris in Georgetown, for example, an unexpected guest might dine on wild game, tiny French peas, crusty French bread, and properly chilled wine after only a few minutes’ wait. At the Sheridan in Telluride a heartier traveler could sit down to a plank steak, named after the piece of wood whose size it resembled. At the Teller House in Central City one could order buffalo tongue in aspic. At Gold Hill, where the miners knew good food if not good French, one could select from Casey’s and “Tabble Dote and ” a cup of coffee and “demy tass and ” and and “floatin’ Ireland. and “To the eastern visitors’ happy surprise, the hotels for the most part were opulently Victorian, as proper as they were in Boston or Saratoga, with ladies’ entrances, ordinaries, and endless private parlors. Yet there was still enough of the raw frontier in hotels where a miner might sleep an eight-hour shift on someone else’s sheets for a mere fifty cents. He would sleep in the cold, clawed by a bedmate’s spurs and chewed by bedbugs, but he did have one guarantee of relative comfort–the landlord’s posted promise of and “No More Than Five in a Bed. and “

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