Telluride, CO

The drive up to Telluride, the ski resort, was an easier one than Silverton. Only a few bikers, less traffic, and not the steep inclines. Most of the snow had melted and the Dolores River was raging along the roadside. Telluride is very quaint, but they don’t open much until the end of May. We had hoped to ride the gondola up to Mountain City, but it will be another 2 weeks before it is running. All the houses on the main street, though new, look like they were built during the early 1900s--no yards, picket fences, porches--very much like the Seaside, FL of the West. As I continue to eat more and more Mexican food, I think my Spanish is improving. Buenas tardes, amigos.