Colorado and Cowboys

  After leaving the mountains, I felt as if I was in a Wild West film when I heard I saw a steam train's whistle and then watched as one chugged past in the opposite direction, I expected to see cowboys hanging out the windows. I caught up with it in Durango, and for all you trainspotters out there, took a picture. 

I've had a couple of conversations with Yanks about anorak-wearing trainspotters, they don't seem to exist in America, and they had no idea what I was referring to I'm sure someone with more skill than I can conjure up a picture of some typical trainspotters, and we're not talking the Danny Boyle film.

Opposite the train station was a scene that caught my eye, yes, it may well look like a garage, and I almost pulled up to one at an earlier town for petrol, but actually it's a drive thru bank, Americans seem to do a lot of drive-thrus including post boxes and pharmacies.

And on into Kansas, the temperatures were still hovering around the 100 degrees mark - and I was sweltering every day. I didn't particularly feel like stopping but...I was intrigued by the sign which claimed this particular field was the site of original wheel ruts from the pioneers' wagons as they headed west in the 19th century.

I read the info signs - I seemed to be the only person for miles around, and then stared out over the fields, and yes, I reckon I could see the humps and irregularities in the grass, showing where the wagons used to go. I might feel like a roughty toughty traveller on my 48 horsepower motorbike, but it's nothing compared to the hardships people used to face crossing this huge country with just bullocks and single horsepower horses!

My only company was a grasshopper on the path.

I like to think this was his view of me.

I was heading due east with one destination I was determined not to miss...


Dodge City - home of the Wild West, first I had this incredible array of ironwork sculptures to pass

And then I arrived at the fabled city itself, I was disappointed that there wasn't a cowboy or indian in sight.

But I did enjoy the sheriff signs in the front gardens, a hint of the Wild West.


Funny the picture you conjured up of trainspotters in anoraks. You can still see them today at the end of the platform in Glasgow's central Station. I would think the closest thing to it here in the US are what they call nerds.

Who's Offended??

I'm not sure who would be more offended - the nerds or the trainspotters. We've also got them live and kicking down in Cornwall and they seem to like Bristol Temple Meads Station.