Today's route was from Cortez thru Durango to the Black Canyon Nat'l Park, a route suggested by "the ham" friend from work, who used to live around here. But first, please allow me to ask: what's wrong with this place? Roads seem to have an identity
crisis here. US-666 north / south? A road straight to hell, or maybe not so straight because it's pointing the wrong way, but at least it leads through
the town of Purgatory, I kid you not. They seem to have a sense of humor here in
rather short but picturesque trip lead through many mountain passes. I felt like at home: winding roads, dashed line allowing passing, no guard rails. Darwinism at
its best, maybe we should send some CA highway people here to visit.
Silverton, the little boy inside of me was once again awaken (yes I know, you
say now, it was never dormant in the first place!) when I saw a steam locomotive
from afar. Immediately I had to take numerous pictures of such a marvelous piece
of early engineering. Essan was looking at me like at what I am, a little boy.
The rest of the town of Silverton looked like a flashback into older times, less
the busses and SUVs and there like of course.
From Silverton we
continued north on 550 over more passes. Here I observed one more cute thing about America - the Kilo Foot. As we drove I kept an eye on my GPS receiver, which was patiently showing the altitude climbing and falling. But once we crossed 10,000 ft, a strange thing happened: the display switched to 10.1kf. What's next? I already heard rumors of acre-feet, so I am no more easily
shockable, yet this kilo-foot was a bit
Dinner was served in the East Portal river campground in the Black Canyon Nat'l Park. Some of the cooking tools saw their first use, and after the meal we went back up to the rim and watched the canyon at sunset.