Seeing the eroded mountains, multiple old fashioned hotels and many tacky tourists, my family and I finally arrived in Durango, Colorado. After two everlasting days we were about twenty minutes from our final destination where we were setting up camp. I had never seen anything this majestic.
Once we got settled into the RV park, my family and I decided we wanted to take the trolley to town. All the little hometown stores, side by side with variety of old stores to new. We walked around in the 75 degree weather, it wasn’t hot and humid, it was cool and breezy, something Texans weren’t used to. As we headed back towards camp, we realized that Durango isn’t such a small town after all. It has a good majority of people, especially during the summer.
Tuesday morning our, second day in Colorado, we were taking a four hour steam engine train ride from Durango to Silverton, a small town in the middle of nowhere. We boarded the open cart train, on a cold chilly day. We rode through the town and started heading towards the Rocky Mountains. Once we reached the mountains, we didn’t realize how far up we already were. Seeing the town with the mountains in the background, while clouds were peaking over the top was a sight to see, but it wasn’t anything close to the view we had once we reached farther down the tracks. We were almost an hour into the ashy train ride, we had been over …show more content…
It was about an hour drive to the Mesa Verde, after traveling up, down, through and around the mountains we finally found the Mesa Verde historical conservation. We stopped at so many sights to find differences from the others. It really was something to see, like everyone that lives in or has visited Durango said it would be. It was neat to see how the Indians built houses inside the mountains in order to