Garden of The Gods - Garden of The Gods Visitor and Nature Center

The Garden of the Gods Visitor and Nature Center is located near the park entrance and offers free nature presentations daily. Natural history exhibits include minerals, geology, plants and local wildlife, as well as Native American culture. Programs include nature hikes, a Junior Ranger program, narrated bus tours, movies and special programs. Proceeds from the center support the Garden of the Gods Park. The visitors center also has space available for meetings and conferences. The center provides useful information for the experienced hiker as well as the armchair tourist.

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