Frozen Dead Guy Days

Yesterday my friend Dan and I caught the last day of Frozen Dead Guy Days up in Nederland, CO. We first learned the amazing tale in the fall of 2008 while working on the No One Way Arts Piecemeal project, so it was especially fulfilling to experience the weirdness firsthand.

Bo the Iceman and his son led a preposterous tour up to the (supposedly) disaster-proof house in the hills, and we even got to throw some more dry ice on ole Gramps. Dan and I loved mulling over the intricate rules of Libertarianism. So you want freedom to cross national borders but no one is allowed to trespass on your private property? Riiiiiight....

 

Don't lick it, Dan!

Dan throws a chunk of ice on Grandpa Bredo

 

Plenty of room to climb inside

The sarcophagus itself - all chained up and ready for ultimate reanimation.

Grandpa Bredo's toe tag! Well... really it's the sensor attached to his ankles so they can check his temperature without cracking open the coffin. The date is the day that he was cryogenically frozen at an institute in California.

  A monster lady replaces the finial on a lamp inside the unfinished fortress next to Grandpa's Tuff shed.

This homemade sign is just one of the superb details that makes the $30 tour worth every penny.

Grandpa Bredo's grandson Tryvge started the Boulder Polar Bear club.

Grandson Tryvge's unfinished fortress