We flew back Saturday night after turning in our (considerably dirtier) rental car in San Francisco. I stared out the tiny oval window of the airplane at some of the same roads I’d taken over the past two weeks (which felt like two months) and had a stronger affinity towards gazing those winding paths than... Continue Reading →
Saloons and Silent Roads
Rolled into Telluride, CO as evening hit, a few hours later than anticipated when we mixed up the travel time in our heads and the drive from Crested Butte was 3 hours vs. the 1 that we thought it was. We decided to visit the town because it’s part of a Tim Mcgraw song and... Continue Reading →