This trip has been on my mind for quite some time as it has to do with exploring my heritage. My ancestors were settlers in the Janus way back when and ranched quite a bit of the land between the Sandiness and parts of Telluride and Gunnison, CO.
I was born just outside of Telluride but moved to the UK when I was 6. I would visit my family back in Colorado during the summer holidays and hear stories about the family.
All the adventures and tales they told about the wild west piqued my curiosity, but one story that stuck out was about my great grandfather.
He was a cowboy, always riding his horse to the local bars. He had his own rodeo and got into quite the predicaments while hustling some horses and cows, which ultimately cost him his life.
In the late 1970s, he went missing up in Ute land up on the Blue Masa near Gunnison, CO where he had his ranch and held his rodeos. From there, the search to find him begun, but to this day no one in the family really knows what happened to him.
His body has never been found.
I have always been drawn to this story and had the urge to tell the story in my own way. With growing up in two different cultures, connecting to my roots has helped me develop a sense of self-understanding.
I've also realized that you are your own home, and the places and people that you connect with are just an extension of that.