There she is, the old Rico house.
The nearby river, whose name I should know but don't.
Even this small town of 200 has pride, as noted in this beautiful sign along the highway.
Proof that we made our obligatory trip to Telluride as we rode the gondola between there and Mountain Village.
Dave and I have decided to get a dog instead. (click here for more great pictures)
Coleman and I here on a rock represent the weekend spent strengthening family ties and appreciating nature (and my nice, clean, comfortable house in Utah).
Wish you had been there too!
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