And that's what happened within an hour of arriving in Ouray, Colorado. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
It's a long 300 miles to Ouray from Casa Rancho. There's two routes, but the southern route is more scenic, but a bit longer. It's not 300 highway miles, because its up and over mountain passes, two lane roads most of the way. But the windy roads and steep inclines force you to slow down. Which is a good thing. You'd miss the journey along the way.
We kissed Tucker goodbye and left him in good hands yesterday, and took a leisurely drive to Salida. It's a funny, artsy, wait..............are we in Boulder? kind of town..............a mix of retirees, hippies and outdoorsy sports types. The people watching is great.
Online we'd found an under renovation motel. Half the rooms complete, half to go, and this place screams Salida for sure.
Found a great little downtown small plates restaurant, The Fritz. Sleeping on a great mattress is always a good thing. And then a farm to table kind of breakfast spot. And we're heading west and south.
Yes. We hit the prime season. The colors are at "the peak" as they say. Couldn't have planned it any better.
From Montrose you head south and when the rocks around you begin to turn red, then you know you're close. Then you round that one bend. And there you are. In Ouray, Colorado. And it feels like coming home.
A stroll down the main street and your favorite Inn Keeper sees you and welcomes you back.
Our favorite place to rest our heads..................The China Clipper Inn.
Their promotional video is of the room we are staying in...............The Captain's Quarters.
Heaven on earth............... to use the worn out expression. But this place is to me. And I tear up at the thought.
God made this amazing place called Colorado. And I was born here. And my roots run deep in these Rocky Mountains................these purple mountains majesty. The sound of the wind through the aspens, and the scent of the pines after a brief rain shower...........