The beer is sour. My mood is not. At Eddyline in Salida, where everything is excellent, on our way to Crested Butte for a weekend jaunt.
Atop the Continental Divide at Cottonwood Pass, 12,126 feet above sea level, ladies and gents. Water two above drains to the east, while just above to the west. How-dy do.
Taylor Reservoir mid squall. Rain will be the overarching theme of the weekend. You really never know what the weather holds in the high country!
We’re here! Crested Butte has such a quaint old west mining town main drag. Such a rainbow!
Slayed.
Everyone can bicycle.
The view from the end of the lane. Pretty spectacular.
Casual butterfly. Also, new 70’s science teacher vibe glasses. Very good.
*Juniper, while not pictured, did tag along, and was quite happy to do dog things.
Diorama!! I know I have mentioned my deep love for dioramas and miniatures in this space (my first short story, written in third grade, was “the Case of the Missing Miniatures”). They are the bees knees, the tops, every little thing. This is at the cute Crested Butte Museum, and if you go, please do drop a quarter in the machine to make the model train go round. Greg did, and it made our life size hearts dance a little jiggity-jig.
A fine weekend of not terribly much, which suited us just fine!
