JANUARY 4, 2013
CRESTED BUTTE, COLORADO, U.S.A.
Even before Hyla and I rolled into Crested Butte, we knew that our original plan of Nicola coming out to Colorado was not going to happen. In light of the going ons at home, travelling is good, but there are times that one shouldn't be anywhere but home.
My guess is that it has taken a couple of thousand million years to create this landscape, so it should all be here for another day or three.
It all seemed fitting that our last night in the mountains and Colorado is a place where both of us agree would be an excellent place one day to resume this journey.
Even in a rather brief stay, this place had a vibe of a have all town for the skier skier. Still untouched and not run over by the big and small SprawlMarts* of the world.
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The Forest Queen Hotel. The most historic firetrap in town.
Packing up and heading home.
The pace of this town was evident by the open/closed hours of the Tacoquira where we had our supper.
Powder Days. We open when we open.
Heading East.
NEXT: MOVING ROADBLOCK. WESTERN STYLE
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