We took the Million Dollar Highway to Silverton today, possibly the scariest paved road in American. It crosses a pass at 11,000 feet and hairpin curves don't begin to describe the twists and turns and icy drops you see along the way.
The town was much more shut down than when we'd visited last year just before Halloween. I took this courthouse picture last year.
I've been reading so many mystery thrillers, I just had to go in the court house/police station and explore. We crept around the beautiful tiled floors and wiggled a few door knobs.
At first the place seemed deserted. The doors were about 8 feet high, gorgeous. A pair of gloves were heating on a radiator. There were brochures in piles about getting free food and heating help this winter.
At the end of the ground floor we stopped to admire the rubber plants in the hallway when a woman stepped out and introduced herself. She was the sheriff. She was really friendly. She must be the female officer who was following us the last time we drove slowly through town!
She told us if we went back upstairs and used a side door we could get into the courtroom!
There was even a gavel!
And out the window was the old jail!
But don't worry- your sentence is light and we serve dessert on Saturdays: