A Feast Along the Alferd Packer Trail
From Provo, Utah, to Denver, Colorado.
Categories: Renegade Roads
By: Johnny D. Boggs 03/01/2008
Ouray invited the Party of 21 to wait out the winter at his camp, and we all know there’s always a party going on in Montrose.
That’s because there’s plenty to eat in this cool town, from salmon cakes at Café 110 to omelets at Jo Jo’s Windmill Restaurant to the chicken fried steak at the Red Barn Restaurant and Lounge or a mango margarita at Amelias Hacienda Restaurant.
Ouray gets his due at the Ute Indian Museum & Ouray Memorial Park just outside of town. And Packer ... he got dinner near Lake City.
Where’s the Beef?
Gold, you see, kept beckoning the prospectors, pulled some of them out of common sense and on to Breckenridge. In February, two groups lit out along the Gunnison River. The first party, of five, made it—barely—to the Los Pinos Indian Agency. The second, led by Packer, had an even harder time. In early April 1874, Packer came down from the mountains and into the agency’s mess hall with a Winchester rifle and burning coals in a coffee pot (to light fires). And the legend began.
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