Letters to a friend...: Redstone, a small town in the middle of nowhere... Independence Day 2019 trip, part 13.

I know, the pictures of the road from Cedarage to Redstone are not as impressive as the road itself (but feel free to click here to see them - From Cedaredge to Redstone. Independence Day 2019 trip, part 12). You need to drive it to see all the beauty of this winding mountain road... But the town of Redstone. Oh, we fell in love with this place the first time we visited it in 2010. It lies off the beaten path and we don't have an option to get there often, but every time we do, love flares up and we don't want to leave this small and time-lost town.... The town, only 92 people call home...

So... every time we are on Highway 133 and passing by, we stop and walk down the town street. Right, that is correct - the street, not the streetS. Believe it or not, but there is only one street in this town ;)

Redstone was established in the late 19th century by industrialist John Cleveland Osgood as part of a coal mining enterprise. Osgood's coal empire also spurred construction of the Crystal River Railroad and Redstone's historic dwellings.

As an experiment in "enlightened industrial paternalism," Osgood constructed 84 cottages and a 40-room inn, all with indoor plumbing and electricity, for his coal miners and cokers, as well as modern bathhouse facilities, a club house with a library and a theatre, and a school. Most of these Craftsman-era Swiss-style cottages are still used as homes.

And the hotel still accepts the guests and you can stay there (don't know about you, but I plan to stay there one day :) )...

There is not much to see there (apart from the coal coke ovens just outside the town), but... when you are there, you don't need much to see... You walk down the only town's street and Crystal River and... just experience the feeling so serene that you will want to stay here forever. At least we have ;)