LEFT TO RIGHT High on life, maté, and other things, we basked in the sun, reveling in steep skiing memories and wondering if (and when) the mythical 3:10 p.m. train to Durango would appear. With no prior train hitch hiking experience, we simply parked our gypsy wagons of gear between the two sets of tracks. The train might not stop for us, but there was no way they wouldn’t see us. With no tickets, holes in our shirts, and a mountain of gear, we weren’t sure the train would stop, much less let us on. Thankfully, the crew was quite amused by our antics and, after helping us load our packs and skis aboard, directed us to the rear of the train where we could buy a one-way ticket. Serendipitously, the onboard ticket office was at the bar–we bought a ticket (and four margaritas and three beers each) and settled into the open-air cabin, laughing and drinking in the sun all the way to Durango. 048 The Ski Journal
The Ski Journal Volume 18, Issue 1: Page 48
