I don't know the name of this spot, but Martin called it a "tailing pile". Well, all the tailing piles I am familiar with in Colorado's mine country are yellow, yet this one was acres and acres of gray river rocks. Martin explained that they dredged the creek mining for gold up here. This is also where we split up on the way back. Those who wanted to catch I-70 to Breckenridge would turn right (in the orientation of this photo) and those would go back the way we came via 285 would go left.
Notice the beetle-killed spruce! I thought they were mainly going after lodgepole, but here the spruce are infested as well.