Val's parents have a house in Crested Butte, Colorado, so we try to take advantage of that privilege as often as we can. We'll hit the slopes once or twice when we go, but more often than not we end up snowshoeing or cross country skiing. It's cheaper, a nice little workout, and we get to see a little of the backcountry that we wouldn't be able to drive to otherwise.
We did two I hadn't had the pleasure of skiing before, Washington Gulch and Slate River. Washington Gulch follows a small valley on the west side of Snodgrass and weaves over small rolling hills toward Gothic Mountain. It was the perfect reintroduction to shuffling slowly across the snow on our first day in town. To cap off the rest other days we were there, which included day-drinking at Montanya (RUMRUMRUMRUM!) and me assenting to various wedding planning decisions like cake flavors, dinner options, and flower colors, we headed up the Slate River valley to take in some mountain air and try to get in some final mountain views.
Then we left and it was sad.