posted by Sandy Fails
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I hear the winter Crested Butte Magazine has hit the stands, the chairlifts are running, and people are cross-country skiing at Lily Lake. That all seems slightly surreal to me. I’m sitting in shorts and sandals on a 28-foot sailboat, which bobs at the end of ten feet of docking line near its slip at Marina San Carlos, Mexico. My husband Michael and I are hanging out here waiting for the tide to rise. I don’t use that phrase as a maritime metaphor for relaxation. I mean it literally.
