I just saw a post on the front page regarding travel memories and it brought a number of them back for me. It also made me think of my Dad and the number of road trips we've had. I thought maybe my last post of a family nonsense rant might have come off a little too harshly toward my Dad and I don't want that.
There's a whole ton of crap with the family (like everyone's I suspect) and it got worse after my Mom passed, but Dad is a good man and has done his best to be a good Dad. I'm frustrated and irritated, but I love him to pieces and owe him for innumerable things. Some of those things are the trips we've taken and I chose one to talk about here.
There's a narrow gauge train that runs through the mountains from Durango, CO up to Silverton, an old mining town. He had wanted to take the trip with me for some time, and when we got to go it was fantastic. Durango is fun (we found a superb sports bar that I mostly remember lol), the scenery along the mountainsides and canyons is unbelievable and the train ride feels like another world as well as a trip back in time. Btw, the train is mostly open and even in late spring it's cold as fuck!
We had a great time and when the anniversary of my Mom's passing came around during the trip he surprised me with a gift set for the Durango to Silverton tour choking up as he said he "thought it could be from him and Mom." I don't think I'll ever forget that. Anyway, here's a picture I took somewhat surreptitiously (he's like me about not liking having his picture taken) while we were on the train. When I've gotten pissed lately I've tried to remember to remind myself of things like this and a ton of others.
It's been trying for a while, but I love him dearly no matter what. I'll post some more stuff about our road trips as soon as I pick out some good pics, I've got a Shit. Ton. Thankfully.
