I still have these stuck in my craw (kinda Western, huh): $28,000 for a retirement party, $28,000 for a, not sure what to call it, but it has had kids, at the intersection of 550/160. Maybe they can all hide in the trees they planted. The bridges to nowhere still go nowhere and aren’t going anywhere soon. The lake nobody can use: I’ll bet I’m dead before anyone puts a boat in. The sad part is we had no say in most of this nonsense, as all these politicians are appointed not elected. But we keep electing the same idiots over and over, who will appoint their friends to govern us? By the way, the bridges need painting.
If the city of Durango, Purgatory (thanks for the name change) and the owner of the Durango & Silverton Narrow Gauge Railroad want to make this a destination, make a skier train, with a spur that stops at Purgatory to drop skiers off. Maybe at Gelande. (It would make a lift from Gelande to the six-pack imperative.) Maybe a 8 a.m. train with a 4:30 p.m. return. That would make Durango/Purgatory the destination town we need to be – actually the only place to be. It would be public transportation; federal bucks might pay for most of it, as in Telluride and the gondola.
Richard MacEwen
Hesperus
