This place is quite unique. When we got in yesterday we walked into the guest house where we wanted to stay, “Hello”, I cried “anyone at home”. One of the guests arrived down from upstairs and told us that the owner was out in the mountains, and we should look at the rooms which were open (if the door was open the room was still free) and if we found one we liked, we could ring her on the cell phone (number on the front desk). Which is what we did. The house is just great. Old fashioned like a old Victorian House, with lots of brass fittings and old fashioned bits and pieces.
Silverton is like a town locked in the past. Beautiful and totally unpretentious. Nobody locks their doors, even the shops are left open. We walked into a coffee shop looking for coffee ( the beast has to be fed) finding nobody at home we left again, to be told by a passer-by that they close at 3 pm. But the shop door was open, and that is the way it is with the whole town. Just magical. All the shop fronts are old fashioned, but genuinely so, not made up to look like that, like the theme pubs in England are. Only the main street is tarred the rest are plain gravel. The whole town moves along at its own pace. We met loads of people here, ready to talk and chat.
Today we walked up Kendall’s Mountain. Which is this mountain:
Up the mountain we go, in the snow :-)
Well we got up to 11,000 feet and then that was that. I couldn't lift me feet any further, and the last 200 feet took all the energy I had, but I wanted to reach the 11,000 feet mark (according to my GPS). Took us 3 hours to get up to that and 90 mins to get back down and I am totally wasted. Wasted but happy.
Later we went over to TJ’s place for supper and drank Blackberry brandy and ate icecream. TJ got up and played Bach on his Viola for us. A perfect end to a perfect day.
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