Jan 16 2009
Roads
We headed to the mountains last weekend for a change of scenery in my 2002, front-wheel drive Chevy Cavlier. That’s a little scary in itself. We managed to find some incredibly small mountain town called Jamestown. It consisted of a cafe, pretty nice post office, and a little park. The houses on the outskirts of town looked like something out of east Texas or Louisiana. They were different colors, wood showed through the paint in several spots, they leaned a little to one side, and there were a lot of trucks that looked like they hadn’t moved in about fifteen years.
We continued on up the mountain, brave explorers that we are, and found out quickly that when you go up a mountain here, you definitely go up. The pavement ended pretty suddenly at the top of the mountain, and then it was time to go down. I got a cool new GPS toy for Christmas, and all of the roads in the area seemed to kind of just spider out from a main road and just end. There are some brave folks who live in places like that.
Down the mountain we went again, in second gear and foot on the brakes most of the time. We whizzed (as much as possible with the 5-10 mph speed bump they plopped down in the middle of town) through Jamestown, and ended up back in Boulder. It was a sudden exodus from the mountains back into Boulder, and everything changed to city life so quickly, it was hard to make the adjustment from mountain man to Boulder.
