After seeing mountains, snow, giant blue bears and punks of steam in the first half of Colourado, I’m now taking a more gentle, meandering drive towards New Mexico.
The old mining towns of the gold rush give way to beautiful countryside, at times a blanket of trees, at others a scramble of rocks and shrubs. It also gives way to that peculiar trait of countries to hunt after superlatives. Colourado’s offering is near Canon City and is the Royal Gorge Bridge, the highest suspension bridge in the world (slipping the word “suspension” in when China built an even higher bridge in 2001). For some reason, every time I saw it (and still until I was writing this post), I assumed that it was called the Royal George Bridge and couldn’t work out why. I arrived in the car park and decided that, for $25.00 a person, it was a bit steep to wander across a bridge. The car park was partially fenced off, I can only think, to prevent you seeing this thing for free. Of course you can just go a few yards further up:
I decided to avoid the Interstate on my way to New Mexico, instead favouring the bendy, tiny roads sweeping through the hills and following the rivers. The rivers are often flanked on one side by the road, on the other by the railroad tracks:
I’m … not sure. Is God using this town as a Scrabble piece? Who lives up on the hill, Mr. S? Sir Sibilance? I stand beside my car taking a picture of the hill thinking “Well, every town deserves one oddity”. I lower the camera and see, across the street, this sound advice:
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The road emerges onto a broad, flat plain with little to disturb the horizon for miles and miles. In spite of that, the road still manages to find a hill:
“We’ll have to go through the hill.”
“You know, if we turn the road a couple of yards we could just go around—“
“Through the hill.”
As I was writing this post I was checking with Google Maps to remind myself of which roads I’d taken. Something that I hadn’t noticed, due to the time of year and me being on the ground, is that Colourado is God’s games room. Salida is his Scrabble set, and here is his Connect Four or maybe his Othello:
Surprisingly it wasn’t this, er, thing that caught my eye, but rather a seemingly abandoned railroad siding with some trains and carriages that, I suggest, have probably not seen recent use:
My Colourado trip started with one childhood classic and it finishes with another as, across the road, I spot the Addams Family summer home:
Here’s a few more shots of the place: