Ouray, nestled as it is up against the mountains that surround it on three sides, bills itself as the Switzerland of America. An old town that was a support center for the surrounding mines back in the late 1800’s, it has lots of old and unique buildings.
The only paved street is Main Street. Probably only because it is Hwy 550 through the town. All the others are gravel.
Lots of the town is for sale. Some even come with a supply of firewood.
A pretty town, in spite of the gloomy weather.
On another day we journeyed South over Red Mountain Pass to Silverton. Wonder how it got its name.
A view the other direction.
Another old mining town along the way, with an artist in residence.
Silverton’s down there.
Ran across this guy just a few miles from Silverton.
Lots of unusual buildings in Silverton, also.
The first train of the day coming in with its load of tourists from Durango.
We also stumbled upon the prettiest waterfall we saw anywhere in the area. Don’t know its name as there was no sign. You could drive by it without even knowing it was there, as the top is actually under the Hwy 550 roadbed.
I would estimate it to have been around 100 feet high.
A good roadtrip, even though it ended in the rain…….jc