One month in Crested Butte finds us sheltered, employed and surrounded by snowy peaks. Our route west was made complete by a stay with the Sudekums in Chicago, and a South Bend, Illinois experience. Naturally, a 2,100 mile trip presented us with a few challenges, among which include puking both at the wheel and out the window at 70 mph- all topped off with a classic SAAB story on the exit ramp to Denver. Five days later we rolled into a small doll town as the alpenglow began to set in. We were hooked. After one night in the tent and another in the CB hostel we were ready to sign the lease on a 500 square foot guest house. While some may confuse it with an orange, oversized garden shed, we call it our ski bungalow.
Having arrived in the depths of a ski town slow season our days have been filled with sunny hikes, runs, trips to the P.O. box, a failed attempting to ski a backcountry peak (SAAB wagons aren't meant for mud bogging) and most recently a successful first day of skiing at Wolf Creek. Their season total to date: 100 inches. Yes, we skied some pow.
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