“Tents arrived', yelled Michael and with that
Lehua and I packed our bare necessities and headed out onto the
San Juan Skyway for a few nights camping,
Heading up the scenic road to
Silverton, we stopped at the old
Stream Train and asked Casey Jones for his picture.
Father and daughter enjoying lunch by the river.
We headed up out of
Silverton on the Alpine Loop to
Animas Forks. These old mining towns have tons of character and you can't help but ponder the difficulties they must have endured in the early 1900's, as journey in 2009 in the luxury of a Range River was not exactly an easy one!
If these were Chalets instead of
mining ruins I'd swear I was in Europe.
After the beauty of our 11,200ft vista with it's rolling green hills, rushing waterfalls, pockets of snow pack and wild flowers I thought we'd peaked for the day in the visual department. "You've got to be kidding me?" I said as we headed down the Red Mountain Pass. Not yet getting it, I kept my mild cynicism to myself when Michael told me we'd soon be entering “The Switzerland of America”, bloody hell, wrong again! The setting for the town of
Ouray was unbelievable and totally worthy of it's cheesy label and while we checked on the local camp grounds, concrete platforms for our tent and clothing optional hot springs didn't fit our picture of a family summer camp.
However, we struck gold at
Ridgeway and after our camp fire dinner,
Lehua entertained and educated us by reading from “
Why go dogs do that?"
You can take the man out of
Durango.......
Wildlife at it's best, Chipmunks rule.
“Tents arrived', yelled Michael and with that Lehua and I packed our bare necessities and headed out onto the San Juan Skyway for a few nights camping,
Heading up the scenic road to Silverton, we stopped at the old Stream Train and asked Casey Jones for his picture.
Father and daughter enjoying lunch by the river.
We headed up out of Silverton on the Alpine Loop to Animas Forks. These old mining towns have tons of character and you can't help but ponder the difficulties they must have endured in the early 1900's, as journey in 2009 in the luxury of a Range River was not exactly an easy one!
If these were Chalets instead of mining ruins I'd swear I was in Europe. 
After the beauty of our 11,200ft vista with it's rolling green hills, rushing waterfalls, pockets of snow pack and wild flowers I thought we'd peaked for the day in the visual department. "You've got to be kidding me?" I said as we headed down the Red Mountain Pass. Not yet getting it, I kept my mild cynicism to myself when Michael told me we'd soon be entering “The Switzerland of America”, bloody hell, wrong again! The setting for the town of Ouray was unbelievable and totally worthy of it's cheesy label and while we checked on the local camp grounds, concrete platforms for our tent and clothing optional hot springs didn't fit our picture of a family summer camp.
However, we struck gold at Ridgeway and after our camp fire dinner, Lehua entertained and educated us by reading from “Why go dogs do that?"
You can take the man out of Durango.......
Wildlife at it's best, Chipmunks rule.
