Peace in a small town-Day 4--I think

The day started, like I said yesterday, with a sunny, bright, and very blue morning. Of course morning doesn’t start here until about 8:17 when the sun finally creeps down the western slopes and hits Main.

Deer weren’t seen until sunset when on the night walk, about 6:30 on 2^nd Street, between 4^th and 5^th Avenue, tucked under a tree across from the Spanger Bed and Breakfast a young buck was eating the fresh cut grass of the front yard across the street. It was late, he was alone and wasn’t part of the Bad Boys but the deer were here, in town, and eating whatever they found.

The town is starting to fill with people. Most of them don’t belong, you can just tell. They move from store to store with no sense of purpose or care. These people need to pass a test before they come here. They really do. If the world was to look at these people, I think the world would be embarrassed for the Grand Lady. She is gracious with them, gentle in fact. The men wear black socks with dark tennis shoes and some of the funkiest hats ever-they don't fit. Picture your fathers wearing clothes that are just embarrassing and then walking in public with YOU from door to door. Some are even wearing those sunglasses that clip on to their black horned-rimmed and flip up and down. I even saw a husband and wife (I assumed they were husband and wife because, oh my gosh how bad would it be if they were dating!) with funky hats, plaid shorts, black socks, and flip up sunglasses. The great trifecta of nerdom. These are the ones where a pay box at the front of the city needs to be in place-just for them, but lucky for the people who need their money the town is more forgiving.

Kind of an odd thing to report, the Meadow Gold truck made a late delivery last night. Usually, they are early morning. I watched them from our balcony. Huh, interesting. I'm wondering if the mayor knows?

Crows are interesting here-or are they Black Birds? I am sure there is an ornithologist or a podiatrist, or some other specialist that could tell the difference, it really doesn’t matter. They’re big. That’s all I want to say-big. Like carry off your little Maltese dog with the pink collar big. If you are a circus worker, you would want to weigh yourself down with something. These guys sit on fences just waiting for you to leave your dear old frail grandmother unattended. Actually, I think they are a critical part of the circle of life. Anyone here walking a Maltese, needs to have it carried away and become part of the food chain.

Last night and this morning-Saturday I think it is, I walked the back alleys. Best part of this town is found in the alleys. You get to see into people’s homes, especially at night, and look at their stuff. Oh, come on, you would all do it if you were here. Its not like we’re peeping toms or something. You just want to see what the inside of their house looks like, especially if its from 1888.

We went in to Ridgeway yesterday and stocked up for the 4^th. Ouray’s Duckett Market will be closed on Sunday and again on Monday for the holiday so we found a nice place in the larger, more commercial, but dramatically less likable town to the north. This is where you go to actually work and earn a long term living. Its not as creepy as Silverton, you don’t mind being there after dark. We ate at the semi-famous True Grit Café named after the iconic movie filmed in Ouray and Ridgeway in 1969. Supposedly, John Wayne’s hat is still hanging in the Outlaw Restaurant and Bar in Ouray. The restaurant has posters of every movie Mr. Wayne was in and some were even signed by some of the actors, just above or below their name on the playbill.

Speaking of Silverton, we might go there today. I was saying earlier how creepy it is. If we go and survive, I will give you a report.

Well, off to watch the sun rise over the valley. Brie was out walking, carrying her leash in her mouth, waiting again for her master to hurry the hell up with his coffee at the Backstreet. She was patient but definitely wanted to run. At least she won’t get carried off by a crow.