Have I ever mentioned that Jon is from Durango, Colorado? Well, he is, and I don’t think any place in the world will ever be as meaningful to him as his home. Being from Salt Lake City, I can appreciate a longing for mountains and quiet places outside, but not to the extent Jon feels it. In each short narration of some aspect of his hometown, I get the sense that the words he utters cannot possibly fully express how deeply he loves Durango.
And so, we went there in July, and I better understood the beauty at which photographs and stories can only hint. As we drove through the small, winding streets of the little mountain town one day, Jon said he always dreamed of getting out of Durango when he was younger. Now, he dreams of getting back.
Jon’s brother and sister-in-law, James and Colleen, let us stay with them for a full ten days. We’re going back again, soon, so I figured it was high time to post my photos from our first trip to make room for the next round. I know photos won’t do Durango justice, but I hope I can offer some small glimpse of the fun we had.