A change of scene. The San Miguel Mountains, from Lizard Head on the far left, to Sunshine, to 14'er Wilson Peak on the far right. Hiding behind are 14'ers, El Diente and Mount Wilson. Been there; done those; lived to tell. Today, however, we will play it safe, be content with a leisurely stroll around Telluride and view them from afar.
Bobbie and I drove over to Telluride last weekend in a misguided effort to hook up with Zionsville, Indiana friends John Q. and Joalenn. Turns out they were hiking Bear Creek, and missed our calls and email warnings.
Like Lovely Ouray, Telluride is located in a boxed canyon... but that's about where the similarities end. Building lots in Ouray start around 100 k; building lots in Telluride start at 1 million. You can't touch a Telluride Victorian for less than 2 to 3 million, and if its been restored you can add 5 million to that.
We were discussing those cost-of-living differentials yesterday with John and Joalenn over lunch at the Buen Tiempo Mexican food restaurant here in Ouray. After a week in T-Town, they finally came to their senses and moved camp to the Amphitheater Campground... amidst prowling bears and falling trees. Joalenn mentioned that she read in Telluride's "Watch" newspaper classifieds that a "Grandfathered" fireplace permit was for sale (the town banned installation of wood burning stoves and fireplaces over a decade ago to reduce the unsightly winter haze). Take a guess what the going price is for a "Grandfathered" fireplace permit these days. Nope, higher... higher... higher! Yep, $75,000 dollars! You see, it's another world over there... movie stars, swimming pools, limousines... you know, Jet Setters. Why I'm surprised they even let white-trash real people like us into town anymore... except to clean up after them.
If I sound a little sardonic it's because I worked for the rich and famous in T-town once upon a time... for several years. It's the only place I know where the hardware store had a bouncer to enforce the dress code.
If you are just a millionaire, you can't afford to live in Telluride. Nope, you gotta be a multi millionaire to rub elbows with Oprah and Tom C. Joalenn remarked that the real estate listings in the window of Sotheby's had no prices. I told her that Telluride is one of those places where, if you have to ask how much, you can't afford it.
So, here's a few photos from our stroll around Telluride. It reminded me a lot of our stroll through Aspen last year with Suzanne.
Lovely Ouray lies a mere five "crow-fly" miles over those mountains in the above photo. What a difference that makes.