I just made it in to Crestone, Colorado, at the foot of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains in South Central Colorado. Yey. Flew into Colorado Springs and drove along the Arkansas River over to Salida and then here. So happy to be in the mountains in this place that is so sacred (to me).
It was stormy and it is chilly! And the bears have been seen so the B&B owner told me to be careful with what I leave in the car.
Crestone's population is like, 73, and so when I finally got to town I quite naturally wanted a drink...the town is empty and deserted...except for a really nice saloon that sells awesome brisket and has an attached wine shop.
Sweet!
The neighborhood bar local guy struck up a convo with me. He said bars always have the oldest wood in town.
Now, I knew he meant that since the saloon is the first thing built to establish a town, it naturally has the oldest wood.
The convo got even dicier after that and I vamoosed with my vino and brisket.
I arrive at my B&B and the other folks staying here are big in the UFO sightings world and they are out all night seeking sightings. Apparently they are plentiful around here.
More later as I journey onward.
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