We spent the night in Georgetown. Chuck really had his heart set on staying there and I have been hearing about how he loves this town for 24 years. When we arrived, it was already dark but I could tell I was going to love it also from just the smell in the air.
A cantina was open so we had a few cocktails and dinner. The atmosphere was friendly and fun...but unfortunately the menu was "Mexican" which actually had a weird Colorado twist to the recipes. Coming from Arizona, I don't think I would call it Mexican food but more like hippies trying to be creative.
There are only 3 hotels in the town. The only one with a vacancy was a total dive. Oh well, we were so tired it didn't really matter. It was nice to sleep with a window open and smell the pine trees.
In the morning, I step outside and I'm blown away by the scenery. Straight ahead was the largest mountain I have seen. The town sits at the base and I didn't realize just how tall that mountain was. The houses and buildings were built in the late 1800's. Every yard was so pretty and the stream wove throughout.
I can see why Chuck wanted to stay in Georgetown. Wish we had more time to explore, but our destination was calling.
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