Yesterday my friends and I had an adventure to the old mining town of Creede, Colorado. It’s a very busy tourist place in summer, but it isn’t summer yet, and the big challenge was to find a restaurant that was open and then open on a Monday.
It’s still late winter up there — the snow is melting, but the fields are still snow-covered and the mountains, of course. It was a beautiful drive. Lunch was good — but even the little restaurant where we ate was very busy getting ready for tourists by expanding and remodeling while it was open. After lunch we decided to “see the town” (one street).
Not far from our restaurant an old (meaning my age) hippy, skinny, tan and working with his shirt off (it was 50 degrees/12 C) was busy working on the stained glass windows of Creede Community Church, taking off old glass exterior windows and replacing them with a new kind of plastic with rubber gasket things to keep the stained glass windows dry.
The guy had a friendly blond Labrador named Jasmine who came and talked to us. I answered in dog and scratched her back.
From there we wandered up the street, into a very lovely gallery/shop which was full of boxes of new merchandise they were trying to unpack and inventory. There are many beautiful things in that store — from jewelry to handmade garden sculpture. I saw some collages and encaustic paintings by my friend Perla. From there we went up the street. San Juan Sports had boxes of nice stuff out on the sidewalk, stuff they wanted to clear out and I found a sweatshirt I liked.
We pressed on, looked at what the repertory theater is offering this coming summer and savored the fact that the town was empty.
Creede is a comparatively rich town, but it also has a lot of citizen loyalty. I always think of my little town when I’m not in it, and I thought of all the charming things that Creede has done that we could do. One is this little park built where once there was a building.