The drive from Cortez to Durango is so short and it was raining a bit so the journey was not committed to digital permanence. When I arrived, there was much activity at the rail station as there always is. The Durango&Silverton narrow gauge trains are a mini-industry here - lots of fairly high priced tickets sold every day. I did not indulge as I will drive through Silverton tomorrow. I have included a few photos lest anyone forget the huffing, hissing sounds, the feel of the ground moving and the slightly acrid smell of the smoke mixed with steam. There really is nothing like a steam locomotive.
I settled at the General Palmer hotel - a very nice old hotel built by the guy who started the Denver and Santa Fe RR. Dieter had a place of honor out front - actually a place of hopefully better security.
I may be appearing on TV - Durango's promotional channel that covers local businesses, etc. for cable TV. I was enjoying dinner and sipping wine at a place called Ore House. Highly recommended BTW. Despite my undeniable charm (I was reading a book at the bar - OK if you must know a book by Alan Watts.) So, though I was captured on film , rather, digital media no doubt, I do expect that fame will continue to elude me.
Today, for the first time on the trip, I began to feels as though it is time to wind it down. Not the appeal of work I assure you.
It is just time.
Tomorrow, I am off to one of my favorite towns, Salida, CO, where people are uncommonly friendly, the pace of life is manageable, and the three fourteener's across the valley keep the spirit inspired.