Down in Placerville, I had been intrigued by this little addition to the post office. It sure did look like a small hunk of the depot building...
If that little piece of the depot was still around, surely the rest of it is around....somewhere. We went wandering up some side streets to the east and sure, enough here it was...
On south we went, heading toward Telluride, and a lunch stop.
Here is the grade of the Telluride Branch climbing up Keystone Hill toward town...
In 1976, Telluride was just waking up and turning into the yuppy snow haven it was to become in the next 20 years. Most of the town was boarded up. There was only one café open for lunch. the weather was beginning to look nasty, so I got a quick shot of Goose 4 shoehorned in next to the fire dept before we hunted up some lunch...