Durango

Steamboat Springs was good, but we’re done there. We moved on to Leadville on Wednesday. A scenic drive south on highway 131 to Wolcott, and over Tennessee Pass on highway 24, to Leadville. A hundred mile day to Leadville. Ten thousand feet high. Ten thousand feet high, and surrounded by snow covered mountains. Great weather. Highs in the sixties and lows barely down to freezing.

Leadville was good, but we’re done there too. We’ve moved on to Durango. South down highway 24 to Poncha Springs. Got pulled out of a pack of traffic in Buena Vista for going six miles over. Turns out the policeman didn’t want to give me a speeding ticket. He wrote me up for having an unrestrained wife. We moved on. Over Poncha Pass, and south through the San Luis Valley. Hung a right on highway 160 to South Fork, over Wolf Creek Pass, looong slow downhill to Pagosa Springs with no brake stink whatsoever, and on through Bayfield to Durango.

Arriving at parks like Alpen Rose in Durango is like a homecoming. Good to be here. Took a walk and a raven ate my glasses. We returned from our walk to find two ravens on the picnic table. I put my glasses on the table before we left. The ravens flew off when we returned, and my glasses were nowhere to be found. Not for awhile anyway. I imagined the bright and shiny object becoming a permanent part of a nest or a packrat stash, but eventually we found them under the table. They only got messed with, not digested.