Salida, the town.

 

Our party from Mississippi had rented a huge home just a couple of miles from town.  With permission from the owner we parked the Casita right out the garage door. I think that’s the highest the front end has ever been set up, but it worked just fine.  Plugged in the electric, and we were ready to go.

Salida seems to be at a crossroads.  It reminds me of what Durango was twenty five years ago.  Before it was swamped by hundreds/thousands of new property owners.  I’m sure Salida is also growing each year.  Probably seeing the most growth of it’s lifetime, but it still has that small town feel.  A Sunday afternoon in Salida finds people out and about, doing fun things, but not running over each other.  Below are just some random pictures I snapped as we walked around.

A mix of old and young.  Bikes and kayaks everywhere.  Restaurants where you could enjoy good food and drink without breaking the bank.

A street fair was going on with lots of artsy stuff.  Some even in the production stage.

Though I know I never will, I could live in Salida.  An old Colorado town that appears to still remember it’s past, while making life enjoyable for all those that visit, or live there.

jc….