Courtney's Journal

Wednesday, August 27th, 1997

This morning I woke up a little before 7:00am and went for a jog. I jogged (slowly) through the end of town to the South and out into a mining town Iradaco (?) towards Bridal Veil Falls. It was a crisp chilly morning, but the sky was clear and I could see the sun rising in the east... It took me 15 minutes to climb the hill out, and 5 mins. back down! Or it seemed like it. Part of the problem was my watch stopped, possibly from the cold, or the high altitude. Watches aren't the only thing gasping at this high altitude. For instance, the clear plastic bag of marshmallows bought in Denver for Ian's bar-b-que resembled more closely the Stay Puff Marshmallow Man in "Ghostbusters." We joked that it was really a bag of mini-marshmallows orignially. And we are all experiencing different feelings of drowsiness, dizziness (me), tiredness, and a whole host of other symptoms we're probably not even recognizing.

After my jog, I quickly showered and went to breakfast at the New Sheridan Hotel. We are staying at this hotel, but at a different building housing suites complete with 2 bedrooms, a sleeper sofa, kitchen and bath. Oh! What a yummy breakfast: complimentary coffee, orange juice, fresh fruit, cold cerals, scambled egg burritos, lemon poppy cake, and english muffins. After a quick bite, I walked over to the Telluride Medical Center. The doctor hadn't seen many cases of the rash that developed on my face -- yikes! But we deduced it was most likely a "Polymorphous Light Eruption." Basically, my sensitive fair skin was not taking in all the glorious sun so well. So. I bought some new Paba-free, hypo-allergenic, UVA/UVB, sensitive skin sunblock, and now go fearlessly about in my big floppy straw sunhat. I consider myself lucky if this is the worst thing that will happen to me on the trip, although hot desert sun in the Nevada playa during Burning Man will be interesting...

Despite our desire to leave and make tracks, we all were enjoying Telluride too much. I went up on a gondola ride to a point between Telluride and Mountain Village. Paul and I hiked up a steep grassy hill further up the mountain, following behind a Pre School class. Cute little tow-headed boys in blue fleece vests and girls in bright red dresses, scrambled up hill at an impressive rate. One teacher led the group, and the other followed behind the stragglers. We only made it half-way up, and on our way down, saw one little girl sitting smack dab in the middle of it and looking about to cry. We walked over to her and asked if she was okay, and would like some help down. She did, so Paul picked up cute little Toni and brought her down a bit to where her teacher was running up to meet us.

Back down in the village, Uta and I walked up and down the main street, looking in shops to buy things. Of course, I wanted to get cowboy boots, a beautiful fringe jacket, chaps, the whole getup. I settled on a nice brown leather belt with silver filigree buckle. Uta was looking for something for Justin, but didn't have as much luck.

A Telluride Times Journal editor (Russ) and photographer (Rob Huber) came over to where we were loading up the bikes and interviewed Dave, Justin and Paul. When Uta and I returned, they took our photographs. Greg came back shortly after visiting the local Telluride museum which had a special exhibit on the Tesla's inventions. The Alternating Current power generator, designed by Nicholai Tesla, was featured. He hooked this up to the Bridal Veil Falls and generated power for the town. It shows that even back in its mining town days, Telluride was wired (of sorts). Today the Public Library has internet access terminals with web browsers and some small computer software companies.

Uta and I went and got healthy gourmet sandwiches that weren't all met with appreciation in this meat and potatoes crowd. (sorry guys). Greg went to find the town marshal he met on his way in this morning form Montrose. Sergeant Norman C. B. Squier sat down with us as we munched on turkey, avocado, and sprout sandwiches. In his wide brimed mountain hat, salt and peppered brownish red full beard, dark green round plastic glasses, jeans, t-shirt, and Marshal, Telluride, CO vest, he spoke of his colorful past. Before he became Marshall, he bartended in the Roma bar (which was turned into our Colorado Suites), worked as a carpenter, and radio reporter.

During his stint as reporter, he became friendly with the that-time current marshal. He left the radio station due to a love-triangle becoming problematic. Apparently this is not uncommon in this small beautiful resort town. When questioned, he replied "you don't lose a girlfriend [in Telluride] you lose your turn." (okaaay....) One day the Marshal mentioned that the deputy just left and would he like to consider the positon. Uncertain, but willing to give it a try, he passed the tests. Then the marshal left and he was oging to stay just until the replacement became acclimated to the position. This was 13 years ago. From 1990-1993 Srgt Squier was the town Marshal.

There is the 24th Annual Film Festival going on this week though Labor day. CNN was on hand to record the event. Selections include foreign, indies, Hollywood material, shorts, features, documentaries, animations, and classics. Open air screenings are for free. More info at the website.

Other websites featuring upcoming (and past events) in Telluride are:

Just pulled into Norwood, at Plateau Gas Station -- the only one from here to Montrose that stays open till 9pm. A banner out front proclaimed, "Hunter's Welcome" and a full wall was devoted to cow calls, hunting accessories, and pictures of bloodied carcasses of deer and elk with 6 and more point antlers. The woman running the store was friendly and curious about our trip. We filled up on gas and junk food for the ride into Moab, Utah. On our way out of town we passed a Kingdom Hall of Jehovah Witnesses, and wide wide open plains atop this plateau.

Naturita has a large Church of Jesus Christ Latter Day Saints, a now defunct "Uranium Drive-In," a "tree" of antlers,

"Welcome to Nucla: "Home of the 1000 most friendliest people on earth"

Seventh Day Adventist Churches dot the countryside. Junk yards of old 1950's Chevy trucks and cars pockmark the face of the light green and beige plateau. Quaint A-frames from Rocky Mountain towns are replaced with old trailer homes. Each lot has a few trucks, another tool shed of sorts, and rusted fences.

Taking Route 90 to Moab: passed through Bedrock: a one log-cabin style store, 20 trailer home, 1 woodshed sized Post Office town.

On either side of us is the plateau, striated with layers of burnt orange/brick red and green rock. Now each lot has at least 12 rusted out trucks.

We're supposed to coordinate with the motorcyles where we're meeting up in Moab, but neither Dave not my cell phones are working. I doubt Greg's is too. We have an AOL chat to do tonight as well. Hmmm. There's not even a glimmer of a town in site.... Oh wait! There's Paradox, CO.