The Iron Spring stands in its own slated roofed wooden house at the
top of Ruxton Avenue just before you get to the Pike’s Peak Cog Railway.
It is a characterful spring bubbling up at will, the first day we visited
it seemed full of enthusiasm for life and springing and on the second slightly
bored with the world and disgruntled with its visitors.
Of all the springs it is the least palatable, pretty horrible to be
honest, but still in the 1800s doctors issued their patients with prescriptions
to drink from it. And if the taste is anything to go by it must be incredibly
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