Aching for a road trip, Olan and I set out early Sunday morning with a bag full of snacks to ward off starvation, fishing gear and perfect weather. Our destination? Lake City, to take a sneak peek at the beginning of fall leaves changing color.
Lake City is located in the San Juan Mountains of southwestern Colorado at 8,658 feet, about 55 miles south of Gunnison on State Highway 149, and 74 miles north of South Fork. Ouray is close but a rough four-wheel drive Engineer Pass keeps this mountain town very isolated. While we were disappointed in the delay of autumn in the high country, we were thrilled to rediscover the charming town and beauty that surrounds it.
It has been many years since we explored this area so we stopped at the Sportsman store to find out what the fish were biting and asked them where we could stop for a great meal in "The City."
The Restless Spirit Saloon was the answer, and soon we were eating the best eggs Benedict we have ever had in a western saloon. Everyone in this place knew each other, except for us, the obvious tourists. Each person who entered was greeted by name by the grizzly bartender. With a population of only around five-hundred people and so secluded, everyone is bound to know just about everything about you.
The Baptist Church down the street dismissed and it seemed the whole congregation congregated at the saloon.We both thought about how wonderful and in some ways not so wonderful living in such a small isolated community would be.
Afterwards, we found a quiet fishing spot on the river and took an afternoon nap. Sorry, I don't have any changing fall foliage photos for you but I am open to suggestions for another road trip next weekend.
There isn't time,
There isn't time,
To do all the things I want to do.
With all the mountain tops to climb,
And all the woods to wonder through.
- Eleanor Farjeon