Taking the long way home
Taking the long way home, #TravelTuesday
Do you ever take the longer route to or from your road trip destination? Ryan and I do and this past weekend it made all the difference.
We decided to head home from Durango via Hwy 165 through Alamosa and Walsenburg and then take I25 north. Google Maps indicated that it was only 24 minutes longer and since we’d already traveled Hwy 285 a number of times this year, we decided a change of scenery was in order.
It turned out to be a great decision for multiple reasons. First, we stopped in Alamosa to grab a snack and our favorite chili beer at San Luis Valley Brewing Co. We had just had some of their beer in Durango at San Juan Brewfest and their delicious chili beer has been on our radar for several years.
The brewery is located in an old bank building with the original vault still visible behind the bar. It’s light and bright with a sort of steampunk feel that we enjoyed. We also enjoyed the chili on queso and our Valle Caliente Green Chili Beer.
On the road again we headed towards Walsenburg through a sunlit landscape dotted with clouds shadows. As we left Alamosa the Great Sand Dunes National Park spread out on our left and we lamented not having enough time to stop and get a little sandy. We’ve visited the park several times in the past and it should be on every Coloradan’s must-visit list.
We watched as Blanca Peak loomed in the distance. Blanca is the fourth highest summit in the U.S. Rocky Mountains (14,351 feet above sea level) and is part of the Sangre de Cristo Range. Rising from the San Luis Valley floor to say that it is impressive is an understatement.
As we traveled over La Veta Pass (9,380 feet above sea level), I realized that I know very little about the La Veta region of Colorado. The pass is relatively gentle and extremely treed. It has a peaceful remoteness about it and I must get back to explore this area. I don’t have a photo because I was driving and Ryan was napping.
Once we hit I25 it was a straight shot north towards home, but even the highway held a few interesting sites. We sped by a few large wind turbines and then, south of Pueblo, we witnessed miles of United States flags planted on the east side of I25. I googled it, but I can’t find anything about these mysterious flags, but they definitely made me feel proud of Colorado; it’s an remarkable feat for someone to care for all those flags.
So there you have it. Sometimes taking the long way home is the way to go. Have you ever taken the long way home? I’d love to hear about it in the comment section.