Driving home...

By now, on the way back to Boulder, we'd picked up one or two extra passengers.

Due to my propensity for driving off the road (so says my fussy husband) I wasn't allowed to steer our bus along the relatively precipitous last part of the road to Ouray. Ouray itself is a good place to stay, with an historical town centre and nice places to eat. But I'm not sure about these astonishing coffees. I had just a regular latte, which seemed harmless enough.