Road to Silverton
I couldn’t sleep the night before heading to Silverton.
Justin sweetly gave me a heads up that he’d heard the drive to Silverton was a little, shall we say, precarious.
We got back from Telluride and were enjoying dinner outside our camper when our new neighbor pulled in.
“Where you coming from?”
“Silverton.”
“Oh how was that? We’re doing the drive tomorrow?
“Well…Go slow. There’s lots of switchbacks and no guardrails. But you’ll be fine. Just go slow.”
And that, ladies and gentleman, is when my soul left my body.
Seriously?
So I run and do laundry and another lady is in there and we start chatting. I mention we are headed to Silverton in the morning and she lights up, “Oh we just came from there!”
“Really? How was the drive?”
“Oh, its a wild one. But it’s fine. You just have to go slow. Its really winding and very steep.”
“Oh geez. And y’all have a camper?”
“Oh no, just a car. We’re tent camping. Is that what you’re in? An RV?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Oh…” Then after a long pause after seeing all the blood run out of my face…”No, it’ll be fine. It’s nothing to worry about. You’ll be just fine, just go slow. It’ll be fine”
See why I couldn’t sleep?
Dreams of switchbacks and and our camper going over a steep drop-off kept waking me up.
And now I know why.
That drive was TERRIFYING…even to Justin (or so he admitted to me once we were done).
You know it’s bad when Justin says there were a couple of parts where he wasn’t so sure about it.
But like with every other time I’ve been scared on these Colorado roads, the drive was totally worth it.
We drove through more picturesque mining mountain towns and breathtaking views and countryside.
As beautiful as it was, I really hope to never drive that drive again!
