Sadly, that is something I said today. But before you take it out of context, see the above picture. A delightful little shop in Pagosa Springs, staffed by some wonderful folks who were more than happy to show us around and offer as many samples as we wished. I settled for the Baby Buffalo Poop - homemade caramel dipped in chocolate.
No buffalo on the road today, just one awe-inspiring sight after another. Back in Ft. Morgan tonight, where Reverend Greg and the Acolytes are jamming to RockBand. Good times.
Glad we left the San Juan Mountains when we did. They're expecting one or two feet of snow there tomorrow.
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