Spring Break Wrap
A week after the ski area closes, the mass exodus starts. The streets are empty. Most of the restaurants are
Read MoreA week after the ski area closes, the mass exodus starts. The streets are empty. Most of the restaurants are
Read MoreThis week of unsettled weather has brought storm after storm. Some storms have come with dust, some have not. But,
Read MoreThe next day, the powder kept coming, so we went out to enjoy it. Frank. Ben. Me.
Read MoreUllr has been a bit scant with us this year in terms of snow. Though the Crested Butte ski area
Read MoreSaturday was the first day of my week-long spring break. Frank and I had been planning to head to Silverton
Read MoreThe weather forecast, admittedly, was not looking promising for big line backcountry skiing over the weekend. But, as I read
Read MoreSeveral weeks ago, Frank and I participated in the “On-Snow” at SIA, were we spent a day demoing some of
Read MoreAfter a long stint away from Crested Butte’s backcountry (partly due to dangerous conditions, partly due to continual travels), Frank
Read MoreOur local was enthusiastic as can be. We met him at the coffee shop, and then later at the bar. With a town of only 50 people, it’s easy find someone when you want to. With a one-tooth crooked smile, his passion was contagious. He loved Cooke City and wanted to share it with us. “We gotta figure out how you can get yourselves out to Daisy Pass tomorrow,” he said. “I gotta work tomorrow… But… Ah screw it. You can just take my sled. I’m not using it. It’s that red Yamaha in front of the Soda Butte. Just don’t take it past Daisy Pass. And only take two of you at a time. It’d be appreciated if you filled it up when you’re done.” He even took the time to introduce us to two other visitors who did have sleds, who also offered to tow Doug and Tony while Frank and I rode Big Red. That’s how it went. That’s how the world works in Cooke City. And that’s how we found ourselves in a sled caravan the next morning, on our way to Daisy Pass.
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