a.k.a. Lacey and Adam make their friends and family jealous :)

Minor Adventures 3: Ouray and Telluride

As of Friday, the countdown started: nine weekends left while based in Farmington! With four weekends already accounted for, time was running out for me to see the famous Million Dollar Highway everyone raves about, so Mark, Adam and I hit the road to Ouray… with a little stop in Durango to party with some the Navajo work gang 🙂 I’d post some of the photos of our fantastic night out on the town, but there’s only two types of photos: ones in which I look smashed while everyone else looks perfectly normal, and ones where everyone else looks smashed and I’m the normal one. In the interest of keeping my newfound friends and a modicum of dignity, I won’t post any evidence here.

We rolled out of bed on Saturday morning hangoverless (ah, the joys of being young) and hit the road to Silverton and on to Ouray. No matter how much of this countryside I see, I continue to be stunned by it. I think Colorado may well be my second home. Possibly aided by the constant presence of mining in this part of the world…

MILLION DOLLAR HIGHWAY

OURAY DRIVE VISTA, COMPLETE WITH MINE SHAFT!

Ouray, much like Silverton, is nestled into a valley and, at this time of year, is awash with green. We headed to the end of town to visit Box Canyon and falls, which tumbles through a narrow slot in the earth and rushes towards the town with incredible force. Mark spent a fair bit of time assessing the ground for faults and seeing us safely through some hazardous areas…

SUPER-MARK: MORE EFFECTIVE THAN A ROCK BOLT

BOX CANYON FALLS - INTO THE ABYSS

We had every intention of visiting the Ouray or Orvis hot springs, but alas it was not to be: torrential rain set in around 5pm so we headed to our accommodation in Telluride. Lucky for us, the place was kitted out with a 4′ deep hot tub, from which comfort we could admire the piles of hail accumulated from the day’s weather. Ah, such a tough life.

GIANT HOT TUB IN THE RAIN... BLISS!

There is some debate about the naming of Telluride – it may be a derivative of an element (which, of course, is not found here), it may be the name of a now-defunct postal station. My favourite myth is that it’s an abbreviation of ‘To hell you ride’, apparently the impression most people got back riding there back in the days before cars and proper roads.

HELL ON EARTH APPARENTLY (?)

CUTE CRITTERS HANGING OUT AT THE TAILINGS POND

Ah, Colorado, what treasures you hold. I will be sad to leave you. However, in the next three weeks the boys are road trippin’ and I have Seattle, Vegas and Napa Valley to distract me from the pain of separation. I think we’ll survive 😉

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