It started snowing in Colorado this weekend so we decided to take advantage of the last couple of days before the cold. We went to Silver Plume which is a tiny town just east of the Eisenhower tunnel/Continental Divide. This place is badness! It is a relatively authentic Rocky Mountain town--minus the silver mining of course. No vendors trying to sell knock off "gold nuggets" or any of the other usual touristy garbage. We ate lunch at the only restaurant in town--the Tea House. We had homemade scones with lemon curd, honey butter, and currant preserves. Also some tomato soup, and homegrown peaches and apples. They are supposedly famous for their pies but we had to bail before we could eat some. Just off I-70, watch close for the signs or you'll miss this little gem.
We then checked out the Aspen Festival that was going on a couple of miles east in Georgetown. There are a few places that make homemade ice cream here so we got Pralines 'n Cream in a chocolate-dipped waffle cone. This was Grace's first time with this flavor and it was a screaming success. She has figured out that foods that are sweet and rich for the simple sake of being sweet and rich can actually be a good thing.
This is Rose Street in Georgetown. A few very well preserved homes that are around a hundred-years-old line this short road. Even though this house had a John McCain sign on its lawn we thought it warranted a picture.
Mountain Man Blues Band--not their real name but catchy, yes?
On to the Georgetown Railroad Loop. This train winds up the canyon back to Silver Plume. It is about a 12 mile trip one way.
It wasn't that cold, but this old Mexican grandma sitting next to Grace kept on telling us that Sloane was cold, she even tried to pull Sloane's hat down onto her ears.
The yellowing Aspens scattered amongst the pines were very pretty.
Our train broke down, not really. One of the brakes on the wheels was stuck so it was like driving with the emergency brake on.
This is a refurbished turn-of-the-century bridge. Kind of scary.