Driving along Hwy 145 on my way to Telluride reminded me of driving up to Stevens Pass on Hwy 2. Towering green mountains were all around me while the Dolores River flowed alongside the highway. Sometimes it would open to a pretty green meadow blanketed with yellow flowers (which were probably weeds). Shortly after IContinue reading “Telluride, O Telluride!”
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