In the northwest corner of the large park in Westcliffe, a forlorn-looking archway sat, made of rounded rocks of glacial till harvested from the Valley after World War II. The arch had a plaque so worn by time and age that it was difficult to read, and many of the letters were illegible. But one young man and his family decided that the history of this arch was too important to be left to the slow but inevitable ravages of time. Lincoln Wingfield had been searching for a project for his Eagle Scout Service Project, the final step toward earning the Eagle Scout rank. Driving through town with his family, he realized that the old arch needed some attention. With the help of family and…