you know when things just feel right? that’s how I felt about crested butte.
Last weekend, Amy, Carrie and I ventured allll the way down to the southwest corner of Colorado to explore Telluride for Carrie’s birthday weekend. From the Boulder area, Telluride is about 7 hours away – but more like 8 hours with bathroom and coffee breaks and stuff. It was the last full weekend of September, which is the exact weekend I visited Telluride last year for the first time, but the contrast in the two weekends could not have been more drastic.
(Okay, dramatic, it could have technically been more drastic, but last year it was hot and sunny and I was sweating, and this year there was literal snow falling as we hiked to Bridal Veil Falls. In September.)
After our brief but adventurous stay in Telluride (which included a quick pitstop to Tom Cruise’s 300-acre property to attempt to get a peek at his log home mansion)(an unsuccessful attempt)(he had a lot of security around the property)(#celebrities), we began our trip back home through central Colorado.
Fall foliage on the way to Crested Butte
We had heard that Highway CO-135 was particularly scenic between Gunnison and Crested Butte at this time of year, so we decided to make the detour (about a 30-min drive one way) to see the bright yellow pops of aspen trees. The freshly snow-capped mountain peaks weren’t bad to look at either. (Thanks, Amy, for these pretty pics that she took while I drove!!!)
ARRIVING IN CRESTED BUTTE, COLORADO, AKA THE HOLY LAND.
Yes, I know what you’re thinking, and yes, Heidi Montag is from Crested Butte. No, that is not why I’m referring to it as the holy land.
Crested Butte. OMG. Oh my god. Crested damn Butte. If I didn’t believe in love at first before, I sure as hell believe in it now.
We rolled into this picturesque perfect little ski town at about noon on that perfectly blue-skied Sunday. It was about 60 degrees and sunny, and we parked (easily! for free! what!) and decided to walk around for awhile to see what this magical land was all about.
Everywhere we looked, there were cute little shops and restaurants – each a different brightly painted color – with happy families milling in and out. Dogs wandered around obediently, some without leashes, and bikers biked around leisurely. The people we saw were a mix of athletic types in yoga clothes and sneakers, a more “upper class” variety of people in expensive-looking clothes, and straight up hippies… a pretty classic ski town bunch of humans, I’d say.
Everyone just seemed so happy, so carefree, so relaxed. The air was so fresh, so clean, so crisp. The day was so perfect, so perfect, SO. PERFECT. Is Crested Butte heaven???
That butte is so crested.
We wandered up and down the main drag, giddily loving all the quirky art and mountain views, and found our way up to the local artist/farmer’s market that was going on that afternoon. We had only been there for about a half hour, but I found myself wishing I lived there so that I could pick up some fresh fruit and vegetables from these farm stands, bring them back to my little imaginary Crested Butte home, go out for a little hike (with my dog, obviously), and come home to make a healthy dinner.
What can I say. Crested Butte just makes ya dream. Exaggerated sigh.
Look at these carefree humans living their damn lives in the back of a pick up truck
I could have spent all day there, meandering through the shops, having lunch, trying some of their local beers, concocting schemes to quit my job and get a dog and move to Crested Butte on a whim to become a professional ski bum (or something, I haven’t really given it much thought)… but Boulder is a long way from Gunnison County, and the road was calling. I FULLY intend on finding my way back to Crested Butte in the near future to see what more goodness it may hold! It just felt so right. Stay tuned.
Have you ever been charmed by Crested Butte?