I recently skied out with ten friends and family members for an overnighter in the Maroon Hut at Gothic (see this winter’s Crested Butte Magazine for hut info). We skied in well laden with cheese and sausage hors d’oeuvres, bacon and eggs for breakfast, spaghetti and homemade sauce for dinner, pear-walnut-feta salad, wine, beer and zebra cake (sneaked in for Tyler McIntyre’s 24th birthday). We did not go hungry. But looking back on our little outing, I see that it wasn’t just about the consumables; it was really about the other ways we feed ourselves.
This winter the pipes burst and water flooded my family's Skyland condo, and while it's being repaired, we're living downtown (at Seventh and Red Lady) for the first time in 15 years. Today as I walked my dog around the block, I remembered the joys of being a Crested Butte "townie."