Introduction
Here's my parents, Dave and Ann Krotchko, one very bright sunny August afternoon, riding a train out of Leadville, Colorado. It's an old train from Leadville's big mining days, which came to an abrupt end sometime in the 80's when the bottom fell out of the molybdenum market. Now all that's left is a link of rail heading into the rocky hillsides above the headwaters of the Arkansas river, going toward the mine. The old train has been carefully restored and now takes visitors into the history and natural beauty of the Rocky Mountain wilderness outside of Leadville.
The three of us took a weekend trip into the mountains, leaving from Denver, rolling into Leadville for the train, then driving to Crested Butte. We had a nice time there, and got to do some shopping on Elk Ave, and saw an old car show the next morning. From there we headed to the Black canyon of the Gunnison River to see some pretty fine canyon scenery. Finally, as Dad got lobster red from too much sun, we roadtripped back through the mountains to Montrose, and then Glenwood Springs, and back along I-70 to Denver. Quite a road trip, and a really pleasant one too, on one of the last truly beautiful weekends of summer in the Rockies.
