The whole town shuts down sometimes at 10pm (except for a few dance bars)
Most people are active during the day...skiing, hiking, whatever.
It's "extreme" athleticism!
It's great for families, to, because there's so much the kids can do there! There are tons of easy hikes, rivers to play in, parks, fishing ponds, a great outdoors experience.
A great resource for that is Mountain Kids Magazine, which also has a website.
Fondest memory: Hiking, Skiing, and not hearing a sound.
Up high I feel like I'm
Alive for the very first time
Up high I'm strong enough
To take these dreams and make them mine
Fondest memory: Having lunch at 12,000 feet on a clear day with a cool breeze and an endless view of the mountains. From here we could see Mt. Crested Butte, the Maroone Bells and some other mountains to the south whose names I cannot remember. But the weather was perfect; not a cloud in the sky. And, best of all, we were the only people up here.
Crested Butte is at a high elevation- 8800 feet and gets a great deal of snow. Even in late May, trails are still buried in white powder. Climbing a fourteener is difficult, if not impossible at this early time of year.
Fondest memory: The hike down took three hours but it was just as difficult. Walking through fields of snow warmed by the sun was a real challenge. I kept sinking into steep snowbanks, often up to my waist. So, after a while, I decided it would be easier to just sit down and slide. It seemed easier on my sore legs. Plus it was a lot of fun. We never get to do stuff like that in Miami.
Fondest memory: It took nearly four hours to reach the summit at just over 12, 000 feet. The first part was a grueling steep uphill with a steep grade that was nearly hand over foot climbing followed by a more moderate, relatively speaking, climb/scramble over a rocky uphill and then more uphill trudging through the snow until we finally reached the tundra. From there we staggered, again uphill, for some length of time before reaching the summit.
I knew this hike was going to be tough, but I didn't know how much of an understatement the word tough would actually be. Looking at that mountain in the distance, it didn't seem so bad. After all, we had all day to get there and back.
"Is that the summit?" I asked Courtney, the hiking guide in what I believed was a rhetorical question. He shook his head. "No, that's only the first ridge. You can't even see the summit from here." That was when I started to realize that what a tough hike really meant.
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