About Us
We are a small family owned & operated company with over 26 years of experience, proudly providing quality plumbing and heating services to Westcliffe, Colorado and the surrounding areas.
We were the “Go to Guys” for two other plumbing companies before we started our own in January of 2006! Many of the region’s builders at that time requested us to work on their personal properties and “Specialty Homes”. Our reputation is based on honesty and integrity, which has earned us many referrals from our clients. Our workmanship has been on display in the 2008 and 2013 HBA Parade of Homes.
We strive to provide top quality workmanship at a fair and reasonable price for all our clients. We believe that all people purchasing a small cabin or a mansion, should be treated equally and fairly with integrity.
When we were children we grew up on a ranch in the mountains of Colorado, without electricity or indoor plumbing! Somewhere there is a picture of us getting a bath in a galvanized steel container, with water heated up on the wood burning stove.
Later as children we helped a plumber work on our residence, never imagining that we would also install plumbing systems in houses for a living! It is one of many stories our relatives love to talk about. It is the reason we strive to give everyone our very best in a reasonable time frame.
In 2016 both brothers fell in love with the Wet Mountain Valley and we moved the business and our families. Today we are dedicated to serving the Custer County area and will also service Fremont and Chaffee Counties.
The Touch of the Master’s Hands / The Old Violin - by Myra Brooks Welch
'Twas battered and scarred,
And the auctioneer thought it
hardly worth his while
To waste his time on the old violin,
but he held it up with a smile.
"What am I bid, good people", he cried,
"Who starts the bidding for me?"
"One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?"
"Two dollars, who makes it three?"
"Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three,"
But, No,
From the room far back a gray bearded man
Came forward and picked up the bow,
Then wiping the dust from the old violin
And tightening up the strings,
He played a melody, pure and sweet
As sweet as the angel sings.
The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said "What now am I bid for this old violin?"
As he held it aloft with its' bow.
"One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?"
"Two thousand, Who makes it three?"
"Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
Going and gone", said he.
The audience cheered,
But some of them cried,
"We just don't understand."
"What changed its' worth?"
Swift came the reply.
"The Touch of the Masters Hand."
"And many a man with life out of tune
All battered and bruised with hardship
Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd
Much like that old violin
A mess of pottage, a glass of wine,
A game and he travels on.
He is going once, he is going twice,
He is going and almost gone.
But the Master comes,
And the foolish crowd never can quite understand,
The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought
By the Touch of the Masters' Hand.