The wild west-looking town of Ouray was squeezed between two high rock walls and was the starting point for the first switchbacks upwards. Immediately after leaving Main Street, the road ascended to the right and, via a number of hairpin turns, the first 500 altitude meters were quickly surmounted. On some stretches you could see straight into the abyss on the right. A guardrail wouldn’t have been out of place here, but apparently such a thing did not deem necessary. Although there was plenty of snow left and right, the road was dry and passable.
The views were great all the way until we drove down to Silverton, where we had déjà-vu. We had a coffee there and a short walk along the paved main street from where dirt roads turned left and right. This together with the architectural style made our thoughts briefly go back to that special place almost 5000 kilometers away from here, Dawson City. The only difference we could detect was the pavement. This is wooden in Dawson and concrete here. On our way to Mesa Verde National Park, we ended up at the Walmart in Cortez where we met up with Thomas and Sima again.