One day we drove out to Silverton. It's so cool, you drive through the mountains for what seems like forever, round one and there is the little town, looking teeny in a little valley.
It's a really small town. I asked a local how many people stayed there in the winter time and he said about 550. He also told me that from kindergarten up to 12th grade, there were 64 students in the entire school. I then asked whether they had a clinic there and he said that there was a teeny one, but it was only open two days a week because the Doctors had to drive in from a different town. Choose wisely what day you will get hurt or sick.
From there, we drove onward to Animas Forks, an old mining town.
Here we have a polaris that flipped one one of the switchbacks up that mountain. You can barely see it, it's pretty much in the center of the picture. A girl was hurt pretty badly and luckily Uncle Steve was there and rode up the mountain to help. How gallant.