ancient-one
WW II Vet, Absent Comrade
The outdoor editor for the Oklahoman always writes a column in Sundays paper. Today his article was about subject highway. They were staying in Durango and making their sight seeing trips from there, once ending up at Ouray needing to get back to Durango. I can relate to the happenings in his story.
In the early 70's we took a trip to Colorado with our daughter, son-in-law and grandson who was about five. We spent a couple of days visiting my wife's sister in Canon City and headed west from there with our destination being Durango. The drive along the Arkansas River to Salida was very nice, as was Monarch Pass. We stopped at the Black Canyon of the Gunnison and the view down in and across the canyon was something to see. We left there and turned south at Montrose and the trip to Ouray was not exciting. Our next destination was Silverton and we had no expectation of what we faced. All of a sudden the highway turned a little scary, no, a lot scary for a flat-lander. The road was anything but wide with little shoulder. It had a sheer drop of a whole bunch of feet.
My wife was crying and frantic not only because she was scared, but because our daughter and grandson were in a car with a driver who was not fond, or used to mountain driving. Getting to Silverton was a relief and the remainder of the drive to Durango was good.
Later we made several trips to Durango. If we were going over subject highway, which we did several times, we always headed north. The only thing that you had to watch for was falling rock and drivers heading south who wanted part of your lane.
In the early 70's we took a trip to Colorado with our daughter, son-in-law and grandson who was about five. We spent a couple of days visiting my wife's sister in Canon City and headed west from there with our destination being Durango. The drive along the Arkansas River to Salida was very nice, as was Monarch Pass. We stopped at the Black Canyon of the Gunnison and the view down in and across the canyon was something to see. We left there and turned south at Montrose and the trip to Ouray was not exciting. Our next destination was Silverton and we had no expectation of what we faced. All of a sudden the highway turned a little scary, no, a lot scary for a flat-lander. The road was anything but wide with little shoulder. It had a sheer drop of a whole bunch of feet.
My wife was crying and frantic not only because she was scared, but because our daughter and grandson were in a car with a driver who was not fond, or used to mountain driving. Getting to Silverton was a relief and the remainder of the drive to Durango was good.
Later we made several trips to Durango. If we were going over subject highway, which we did several times, we always headed north. The only thing that you had to watch for was falling rock and drivers heading south who wanted part of your lane.
