In my on-going attempts to add to "searchable" history, I pulled this turn-of-the-century snapshot out of an out-of-print book called "The Pikes Peak Cog Road" by Morris Abbott. A few things of note: the Queen Ann-style house with the wrap-arround porch is now a parking lot. So is the Incline terminal. Also, a century ago there were far fewer trees, both due to wood gathering and changes in the natural fire regime.
By the way, just so you can gauge your fitness, my Chihuahua (pictured below, in the backpack) can make it to the top of the Incline in 23 minutes (without backpack assistance.)