My first Grateful Dead show
1987 Telluride Colorado
Thirty seven years ago today I drove into a beautiful box canyon for the first time and discovered Telluride Colorado. I was there to see a Grateful Dead concert having dropped out of Auburn University. Here are a few pics and link to recordings that day.
Knowing what I know now I never would have returned.
I had driven for two days straight from Alabama and entered the San Juans at night coming up from Amarillo TX to Raton NM and Durango CO. I woke up in Stoner sleeping beside the road and drove 12 more miles to Telluride that morning. That is how I was introduced to the San Juan mountains – to this day may favorites. Listening to the Dead that day changed my soul and the mountains that were looking down at us in the town’s park set a course for me.
“Once in a while you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look at it right.”
