The week of the Jeep Jamboree was also the week of the Telluride Blues and Brews Festival.
I first learned this on the flight into Grand Junction while talking to the guy next to me on the plane. He was friendly and laid back and there for the blues and brews. It turned out he was the personification of the rest of the festival-goers, at least the ones I saw and heard while ambling up the main street in search of a gift to take home. Juxtaposing Jeepers and blues and brews fans in the same town was a good mix, and one that went off sans hitch. Had the Jeep Jamboree taken place during, say, a convention for radical environmentalism I’m sure I’d be telling a different tale.
It’s too bad there won’t be a Moab Blues and Brews Festival during the week of Easter Jeep Safari.
The second photo is of a random garage next to the trail en route to Tomboy Basin. Old and new rub their proverbial shoulders in this mining-turned-tourist town. I’d say the building is new, but it’s clearly adorned with paraphernalia stretching back several decades.