The I'm going to go. The drive from Denver to Creststone is beautiful.

A far more scenic route compared to my drives from Atlanta to Osilla.

On the way to Creststone, you curve around mountainsides and dip into valleys,

passing by a series of ranches and small former mining towns,

picturesque but tired. As you approach, approach the song great to Christo range of the Rockies, it's wide open sky, wide open road, and just mountains.

Once you hit the small town of Moffitt, you turn left on the Colorado Road T and at the end of that road there's Crestone.

People that come to Crestone are dreamers.

Their dreams would cost money to come to fruition and no one here has any money.

But that doesn't stop them from dreaming. Economically, this place has struggled since the mines gave out 110 years ago. 10 years.

now, flash forward 110 years. There are very few Colorado towns left, like Crestone.

I have been here full time since 2000, so 18 years.

There is low-level crime.

People don't lock their doors here.

We police ourselves and everybody understands this.

I haven't been in a city for so long. I don't know what people think is an average amount of crime.

You know, when I leave my house, I don't like the house. There is no police presence in this town. The

closest policeman when you pick up a phone and dial 911 is in Swatch, a 45 minute drive away.

So for the first 45 minutes that you're dealing with some nutcase,

you're on your own. D. Do d' D From Tinderfoot TV in Atlanta, this is up and vanished. I'm your host Payne-Linsie.

In this museum, time stops, history stops in 1981.

This is Jim McAlpin, who dedicates his time to preserving Crestone's past at the one and only Crestone history center. They're not interested in the mining story.

The story they're interested in is from 1981 to present.

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