Telluride, filled with old bank structures, is as touristy as it can get with t-shirts selling at many of them. It is crowded with people and an oxygen bar I had read about in the past but never thought I would actually see—oxygen bar! If only I had the time, getting 45 minutes for the price of a massage would be heavenly after being in an altitude I am not accustomed. But as bustling and busty as Telluride, Colorado is it pales in comparison to its skyscrapers towering over a place where the miners of mountains like those brought in wagon after wagon of mine finds to fill the banks and churn the mud of the streets up under the hooves of donkey, mule, and horse