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The bedside diaries of one of the great hotels of the Rockies
By Mark D. Williams
When
Durango's Strater first opened in 1887, it serviced business travelers
and locals who used the Colorado hotel as a winter refuge when their drafty
cabins could not weather the intensely-cold winters. The rooms shared
a three-story, indoor privy, and each had a wood-burning stove, a washstand,
and a bed. But by the turn of the century, the Strater catered to those
made rich by the local silver and gold mines and had been refurbished
in Victorian ostentation.
Thanks
to the Barker family, which owns the Strater, much of that style is evident
a century later. Room 223, for instance, houses an antique, Victorian-style,
hand-carved walnut bedroom suite valued at over $30,000. The washstand
has been replaced with a marble-topped vanity. Ornate mirrors and crystal
lamps grace the walls, and the ceiling has intricate, gold patterns leading
to a multi-colored mandela in its center. Red, crushed-velvet curtains
tied back with gold braids open to Main Street and beyond, revealing a
sweeping view of the San Juan Mountains.
In the 1940s
and 50s, Louis L'Amour sat at the desk in Room 223 and typed some of his
most famous Westerns, including Hondo and How the West was Won.
After taking a few drinks in the Diamond Belle Saloon, his imagination
sparked by the cancan girls and the plinkety-plink of the period piano
songs, L'Amour would retire to his room and create characters like Tyrel
Sackett and Van Reilly.
Nowadays,
a new series of epics is being penned at the landmark hotel. Beside each
bed, awaiting each guest, lies a diary for guests to pour out their hearts
and their memories.
February 24, 1995
Tonight we were in this beautiful old room as lovers ... and in that I'm
sure we are not unique. The story is that we were high school sweethearts
about 30 years ago, he went off to college, she stayed behind to grow
up. The fates took us in different directions, we had careers, we made
families and time passed. He lived in Tucson, Arizona, she lived in Dallas.
Then, fate brought them together. We came home to remember what was but
even more what is to be. This has been a memorable part of that odyssey.
May 8, 1995
I was sound asleep in the room with 2 beds--Grandma, 89 years old, was
sleeping in the bed next to me and about 2 a.m. I felt something patting
the side of my bed. Of course I thought Grandma was ill and calling me
so I said 'what's wrong, Grandma?' As I turned over to see, she was fast
asleep, all covered up, so you tell me what happened?
January 12, 1996
My name is Michael. I am eight years old. I come here a lot and my dad
brings me. He gets me from my mom and we come here. It makes me sad to
come here. They got divorced and when we come here it makes me cry. I
wish we could all be a family again.
January 12, 1996
I am Michael's father, and I have tears in my eyes right now after reading
his entry. I had no idea our monthly visits to the Strater disturbed him
so. I, too, wish we could be a family again but my wife (ex-wife) has
a new man and a new life. I just hope Michael understands all this when
he gets older. I love him so much.
October 9, 1996
Exactly a year ago today, I was in the hospital with breast cancer and
it was not a great day! Today I am still cancer-free and it is a wonderful
day to take the train, enjoy the colors and to thank God for each day
of my life because each moment for all of us is a moment of celebration!
We love staying here, it's really a very 'homey' place and we'd like to
come back again. (Oh yes, Today is my 57th birthday!)
February 14, 1997
Harold and I have been spending Valentine's Day at the Strater for the
last 48 years, each year of our anniversary. Harold passed away this fall
and this is the first trip without him. I knew it would be tremendously
challenging but I also knew that I needed to continue this tradition of
ours. I will keep coming back as long I am able. I will always remember
him and the special love we shared for half a century. I love you Harold,
with all my heart.
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