Yesterday, Mark was trying to steer between traffic cones in a construction area and he hit several of them on the passenger side of the RV. He was driving in between the rows and couldn’t figure out how he was hitting them. We figured it out this morning, but more on that in a moment.
We tried stopping at the Walmart in Durango, but they don’t allow overnight parking either. We are about to give up on Walmarts! We ended up making reservations at a nearby campground, but by the time we got here, it was dark. Mark has gone to bed. This has been the first trip in several years where we have taken time to do some fun things. It’s been a wonderful day! I’ll leave you with the song that made me want to come here, The Silverton Train by CW McCall:
She was born one mornin’ on a San Juan summer
Back in eighteen and eighty and one
She was a beautiful daughter of the D and R G
And she weighed about a thousand ton
Well, it’s a-forty-five mile through the Animas canyon
So they set her on the narrow-gauge
She drank a whole lot a’ water
And she ate a lot of coal
And they called her the Silverton (Silverton train)
Here comes the Silverton, up from Durango
Here comes the Silverton, a-shovelin’ coal
Here comes the Silverton, up from the canyon
See the smoke and hear the whistle blow
Well, now listen to the whistle in the Rockwood cut
On the high line to Silverton town
And you’re gonna get a shiver
When you check out the river
Which is four hundred feet straight down
Take on some water at the Needleton tank
And then a-struggle up a two-five grade
And by the time you get your hide
Past the Snowshed slide
You’ve had a ride on the Silverton (Silverton train)
Here comes the Silverton, up from Durango
Here comes the Silverton, a-shovelin’ coal
Here comes the Silverton, up from the canyon
See the smoke and hear the whistle blow
Now, down by the station, early in the mornin’
There’s a whole lot a’ people in line
And they all got a ticket
On The Train To Yesterday
And it’s a-gonna leave on time
Well, it’s a forty-five mile up the Animas canyon
So they run her on the narrow-gauge
She takes a whole lot a’ water
And she needs a lot of coal
And they call her the Silverton (Silverton train)
Here comes the Silverton, up from Durango
Here comes the Silverton, a-shovelin’ coal
Here comes the Silverton, up from the canyon
See the smoke and hear the whistle blow