Well, we got into Crested Butte and went straight to the bar. I guess we missed "real" beer more than we thought. We sampled the local brew and, well..... Mer put it best "tastes like someone's homebrew." Crested Butte reminds me of Big Sky in many ways. Ten guys to every girl (on a good night) and one of those guys is a crusty old man who is too drunk to speak. Every bar in every mountain town has this guy. I was lucky to have him sit next to me and tell me where I could find everything. You want scenery he said, go here. Aspens? Go here. "Unicorns" I said. He's still stumped.
We missed the wildflower season, I can only imagine these huge alpine meadows filled with them, but we did catch the Aspens in full neon green and yellow. 
Once again we bounced the Legacy up the dirt road, bottoming out here and there, before reaching a "campsite" 10 miles off the nearest paved road. The approaching cold front and 10,000 foot elevation meant I would freeze in my bag while Mer stayed toasty in hers.
Eleven hours after crawling onto our bags we emerged from our tent. Frost was everywhere and our 5 gallon water jug was virtually frozen solid. Coffee. Pastries. Then we hit the trails.
The riding in CB is hard.
Big climbs.
Bring big views.
We missed the wildflower season, I can only imagine these huge alpine meadows filled with them, but we did catch the Aspens in full neon green and yellow. Off to Durango (via Ouray) to see old Dallas friend Kricket.
3 comments:
My toes still look good.
Thank Goodness mg on the toes.
Hopefully it has helped your barefoot game just a tad. Ill be in town next week for a touch-up.
The photo with the swing has an emotional impact. Good shot.
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