The end of summer
Even though Ouray has been really busy this Labor Day Weekend, we can see the difference between July and now. I haven't heard numbers relative to tourism, but jeez, it felt like the town had exploded. I'm happy to have a few weeks of calm before the leaf peepers arrive. I sprained my ankle again a week ago, but it's not as bad as three years ago. Mike is hobbling around with self-diagnosed bursitis in his hip. We are the walking wounded, so there aren't many pictures to post of goings-on. The 50th annual Imogene Pass Run is this coming Saturday. Mike is signed up to be at the Camp Bird aid station around 11,500 feet on Saturday, and I'm scheduled to help register 1,550 runners Friday night and early Saturday morning. That is not a typo. There are 1,550 runners signed up to do a 17.1 mile run from Ouray (7,700 feet elevation) over Imogene Pass (13,114 elevation) and into Telluride in less than six hours. I couldn't do it in six days. Now that our