This is a bike town. The bikes all have horse names.
We had planned to head for Mesa Verde today, but the mail we were awaiting hasn’t arrived. So, we’re trying to figure out what to do with our extra day. Meanwhile, we did some more exploring in downtown Durango yesterday afternoon and camped up at Junction Creek last night. In the morning, the first run of the Durango – Silverton Narrow Gauge Railroad whistled loudly and woke me up. One of the coolest train sounds I’ve ever heard as it echoed through the mountain valley.
Depot.
Passenger cars.
Mural.
Lots of historic hotels here ..
The Rochester.
The Strater.
The General Palmer.
The historian in me wishes we had never given up that old tradition of putting the names of building builders just below the rooftops. How else would we know Adolf Coors was here in 1900?
Coors was here.
A page a day 
We can send you guys mail??