Today we started our long journey home. It has gone from vacation to business trip. We are all about the business of getting home. First, however, we had the pleasure of spending last night in Durango, and if Colorado were not land locked, I could actually live in this part of the state. Durango is home to one leg of the Durango and Silverton Narrow Gauge Railroad. You can ride in a steam engine pulled train through the San Juan National Forest, and it looks to be a beautiful trip to take if one has time. We drove through that same forest, and driving was a bit more daunting than riding a train would be, but very beautiful. The hotel we stayed in was right beside the Animas River, and if you kept the sliding screen door open, you could hear it rushing by. We tried that, but all we could smell was weed, so we had to close it again. Colorado loves their marijuana. Downtown was quaint, and we walked a bit since my back feels better, thank goodness. This morning, I woke early as usual these days, and spent some time sitting out by the river, listening to it rush by. There is a walking/bike path that runs along the river as well, and I was almost slammed to the ground by a cyclist, so I quickly went back to my table.
Photo creds to Anthony for the photo above.
After we checked out, we began to make our way to Trinidad to reunite with Anthony's mom and to spend the night. Along the way, we did some more driving through the mountains, and by driving, I mean Anthony drove, and I held my breath. There were all these signs warning people not to pull over to the side of the road and get out, which made us wonder just how close we were to going over the side. The area is beautiful, and it was nice to see the snow still on the mountain peaks, especially given the heat in the valley below.
We arrived in Trinidad this afternoon, and I made sure to learn a few facts before we arrived. First of all, Trinidad's unofficial nickname is "Weed Town, USA" because there are more dispensaries here than anywhere else in the state. It lost the title of "Sex Change Capitol of the Country" when the only doctor at the time who would perform sex change operations left and moved his clinic to California. We did not find anything particularly interesting about downtown, so we are pretty much hanging out at the hotel, listening to the wind howl outside. It is not a river, but still soothing all the same.
Tomorrow---Oklahoma.
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