The trip really wound down after we visited Black Canyon of the Gunnison. By that, I don’t mean it became any less exciting or beautiful — but rather, I at least began to realize that the spring break and our adventures in the American West were coming to an end.
- DAY 6 (Saturday, March 28)
During our 217-mile drive from Montrose, Colo., to Alamosa, I definitely reviewed all the photos on my memory card and thought a lot about the fun we’d been having. I also took a lot of photos out of the car window as we whizzed past.
It’s pretty massive. We drove past it and over it for quite a long ways.
We soon entered Gunnison, Colo., which is a tiny town. Esten was working on a mystery art photography project that neither Jeff nor I understood — but when he saw what appeared to be an abandoned, broken-down house, Esten turned the car around and stopped.
So we all tumbled out of the car to photograph a crumbling residence on the highway.
Then the dog started barking, and we jumped back into the car and continued driving east.
- COMING NEXT: It’s the frickin’ Continental Divide, y’all!