Southern Colorado

We left Santa Fe a little sadly--especially me.
The weather was turning fair, but we'd been there a while & it was time to move on. First thing that morning though we took a quick trip to the Saturday Farmer's Market. It was a beautiful morning and the market was booming even at seven a.m.







It was a beautiful, not too taxing drive to La Veta, CO, in the very south of Colorado. We chose it on the recommendation of a couple we met in Santa Fe; they stay each place a month and were heading first to Taos then to La Veta, then on to Estes Park, CO. La Veta is a tiny resort town, about 15 miles off the interstate. It has more real estate offices than restaurants, a great little grocery store, a train station--sadly, we missed the day trip to Great Sand Dunes National Park by train. It runs only on summer weekends, and was leaving as we drove the car in to town to explore on Sunday morning.







We took a day to explore Cuchara, an even tinier town to the southwest of La Veta. Its altitude of 8650 feet started to make Jim really dizzy--which is when we realized that he's been having a lot of trouble with the most minor symptoms of altitude sickness. That curtailed much mountain exploring around there, so we poked around the town and rested up. I got a couple miles of running in the next morning, down the flat streets of the town, and we hooked up the rig & moved on to northern Colorado.