After I left Ouray, I was like the old horse that got anxious as it returned to the barn.  I had been very cautious with my driving and drove the limit with cruise at all times.....except 1.  As I drove out of town and headed up the hill, I saw a trooper siting on the side of the road.  I paid no attention but suddenly saw the red lights in the rear view mirror.  I wondered why he was stopping me and was shocked as he approached to learn I was doing 38 MPH in a 25 MPH zone!!!  The trooper looked young enough to be my grandson and when he spotted the urn seat belted in the seat next to me, he became very polite!  He almost apologized and said he would give me a warning ticket, returned to his car, and came back with his trooper ID card but not warning!  I was very appreciative and watched my up hill speed to the top of the pass.

I stopped in Durango and thought I might stay but the itch to get home was too great and there were too many tourists in all the "junk souvenir" shops so I drove on to Cortez to spend the night.  When I checked in I asked the front desk lady what was exciting and worth doing in Cortez.  She asked if I had stayed in Cortez before and I indicated it was my first time.  Her response:  "already knew that or you wouldn't be asking that question; there is NOTHING going on here!"  Actually, that wasn't quite right.  I discovered a new winery, Guy Drew, and enjoyed a tasting with others from VA and IL.

But then it was heading back to Scottsdale.  It has been an incredible journey but the best part is always the same.  Better at home than any other place.