Remember the the other day, when I mentioned the avoid-Interstates trip? That was only part of the reasons we ended up in Trinchera, Colorado. The other reason was that I remembered my dad mentioning it. Now, I’ll admit that it would sure be a better story if I could recall what he said about it, but I can’t. (On the good side, though, at least you don’t have to read through a long account of something that happened in 1928 and was already boring as soon as it had happened.)

But, anyway. Trinchera. The road and the train cross over Trinchera Creek just on the west side of town. And there’s a path down to the creek, which gave me a nice view of the railroad bridge.

Trinchera, Colorado
photographed 9.5.2016