Tramping back toward Colorado Springs, I turned into a road that beckoned me into the hills. It wound around through the folds of the hills and at last I realized that I was in the Garden of the Gods. How well it is named. No one but the gods could carve such fantastic shapes and mould the landscape into such wild beauty. The farther I went the wilder it became. Across my path loomed the giant prow of a battleship. It was indeed Battleship Rock and poised near by was the phenomina of nature Balancing Rock. Although now partly supported by cement, this Rock has for centuries been balancing upon its tiny pedestal which seems too frail to withstand the slightest breeze. This is not the work of gods but God.