Now that is the way a back road is supposed to look. At this point I was technically lost. Even if I weren’t, though, how would anybody tell?
We’re heading due west here. I intended to hook a right somewhere and zig-zag northwest to meet US 285 at Manassa, boyhood home of no less than Jack Dempsey himself (the “Manassa Mauler”), but do you see a turn? I sure didn’t. This way took us straight into Antonito, which was fine, because when we got there at the end—a total surprise—at least I knew the way.
The town of fewer than eight hundred souls sits at 7,890 feet just north of the New Mexico State line making do with just five legal cannabis stores at last count. A local hotel allows smoking in the rooms and even rents out vaporizers, which ought to make things interesting when the place fills up with hunters in the fall. Probably helps the elk a little, too.