Four years ago, Amy and I were desperately needing a vacation. Unfortunately, we were running short on time, and our timeshare options on short notice were pretty limited. So, we took a chance and elected to go to a sleepy little town named Durango in Colorado. Little did we know that we would fall in love with the area. Not only is it saturated in beautiful scenery, but the people, fishing, food, and atmosphere are phenomenal. I have been trying hard to get back out there since our last trip, and this year we were supposed to go out in September for some high elevation small stream fishing. However, with baby Taryn growing inside mommy, that altered our plans; and we elected to go out in April again.
When we arrived, we were greeted with high winds, rain, and snow. Not much different than the first time. Thankfully, the weather forecast was showing a significant improvement in the coming days. We tried to drive up the mountain on the second day only to find that the roads were impassable thanks to the previous days snowstorms. So, we just walked around town enjoy the sights and sounds. People in Durango are very health and physically conscious, plus a lot walk to the beat of a different drum (like the fellow below riding a mountain unicycle):
No matter how strange some may appear, they are all very friendly. As I said previously, not only are the people and sights appealing, but the food is fantastic. Day 2 had us hitting up our favorite BBQ joint from the previous trip.
Walking along the river in town enjoying the warming weather provided us with some beautiful backdrops and photo opportunities:
While walking through town, we stumbled upon this little pond. We almost walked on by without giving it a second look.
Thankfully we didn't, and when we looked down into the clear waters we saw a pond chock full of rainbow and cutthroat trout feeding on midges. More on the fishing later.
Later we went to dinner, and I figured I would enjoy some trout prior to the next days float trip. Some may consider this to be bad fishing karma, I just thought it was tasty. Our meal was once again fantastic.
The day before we were supposed to fly back to Knoxville the weather warmed to 74 degrees, the roads in the mountains cleared up, and we elected to take a little trip. The scenery was breathtaking:
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