On Monday we drove home from Durango. We headed north through the mountains, near the route we took on the train the day before. We stopped briefly in Silverton. The road was stunning, and the views went on for more than 40 miles. In places, there was no shoulder with very steep drop-offs.
We drove through Ouray and headed into the plains. I spotted a cinnamon-colored Black Bear with a cub next to the road on the other side of a fence. I made a quick U-turn. It had moved back a little, but we got a few shots before they disappeared into the trees.