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Published: August 31st 2017
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Twisty Bits
Those "S" road signs mean fun times ahead! Day 7 Durango to Colorado Springs Since I no longer felt like a kid on Christmas eve (unlike the night before) I actually slept pretty well. Ken and I hit up the Durango Diner again for the exact same breakfast and I’ll now admit the shredded potatoes were much more than acceptable. I decided to parallel park in front on the diner and I of course completely botched my first approach, much to the amusement of some stoners sitting on the street. My second attempt was successful and they cheered. I had to give them credit as they knew where Alberta was, but they couldn’t believe I’d never smoked any Canadian weed.
The first leg of our journey followed the San Juan Skyway also known as the Million Dollar Freeway. The road follows the rail line for a short distance out of Durango where we caught up with the 8:45 train. Naturally, I honked my horn and waved moronically at the passengers as we flew past. The road would take us to Silverton and beyond to Ouray through Colorado’s historic mining district. Though the railway had likely nabbed the most scenic route, the road was as beautiful as
it was treacherous, with sheer cliffs and a general lack of guard rails. Thankfully Mustangs are known for their nimble handling and we charged up and down the hills and around the hairpin turns. Naturally we had to stop at Engineer Mountain for a photo op and at a few abandoned mining complexes. It was the best drive I’ve ever done and I look forward to going back some day.
America is... well let's say a silly place some times. They do it to themselves honestly. We stopped for a break in Montrose at a Starbucks. Right next door was a jewelry store with a big yellow sign that offered a free hunting rifle with the purchase of a diamond. I just pictured them having an obnoxious spokesperson like Spence Diamonds does, exclaiming how their diamonds are just as high a calibre as their new line of magnum firearms, then finishing his spiel with “Drop a moose at 300 yards and leave her speechless!” We also came across a strip mall that didn’t have any store names above the doors, just the product they sold. So we had (in consecutive order) real estate, coffee, guns, and hair. Not wigs
Garden of the Gods
We figure there's about 4 to 5 thousand rattle snakes in this park too. or hair-cuts, just “hair”. I imagine it being sold in those bins they have at Bulk Barn.
We arrived at our hotel in Colorado Springs, which was located on “Garden of the Gods Road”. Now, that’s the kind of name that conjures up imagines of grandeur and grace. But what we had outside was the Interstate, Chik-fil-a, 7-11, Bueno Taco, and a slew of other chain businesses as far as the eye could see. Classy. On our way back from a delightful dinner at Paravinuchis Paravaninis Parivinachis some Italian place, we drove by this huge park full of strange and wondrous rock forma… Paravicini’s! That was the name of the place! Anyway, this park was the actual Garden of the Gods and it was impressive enough to warrant stopping for a quick jaunt. Turns out the whole place was owned by a railroad magnate in the late 19
th century who upon his death bequeathed the land to the city on the condition it remain free and open for the public to enjoy. Oh and also that no “intoxicating beverages” were sold there. Didn’t say anything about bordellos.
You know, I'll level with you. I didn't think the RV
The Mall
Everything you could possibly need! Game would last this long. But by golly we got some of our strongest contestants yet! "Presidential Anal" was quickly followed by "Anal Champagne". "Anal Solitude", "Anal Journey" and "Anal Freedom" followed, finishing with "Anal Fun Seeker". Things can only keep getting "better" from here!
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