I love going to the Telluride Film Festival. The peace and beauty of the setting, snuggled serenely in the San Juan Mountains, the cute little town, dotted with colorful (and very expensive) houses, Main Street (aka Colorado Ave), where you'll find lots of shops to poke around in, restaurants to fill your rumbly tummy, and a nice little coffeehouse at which those of us with caffeine addictions can get our much-needed fix. But first, you gotta get here.
Like last year, I had to fly into Gunnison, almost three hours away, because flights to Telluride were booked (just as well, I've seen the scary Telluride landing strip up on the plateau from a distance, and I don't need to get any closer than that, really). I was shooting for Montrose, just an hour out, but they were out of rental cars -- and that turned out to be a blessing in disguise, because for some reason the Montrose flights were delayed on Thursday, so I would have been twiddling my thumbs for hours at the Denver airport, growing increasingly cranky in proportion to the number of hours since I'd last slept (I can never sleep before an early flight, so I'd been up all night).
Since my flight was so early, I got into Gunnison bright and early at about 9:30AM. The pic above was taken on Main Street in Gunnison. That's about as close as I want to get to a moose first thing in the morning.