Despite the friendly atmosphere at Camp4, I had a surprisingly hard time getting out of Crested Butte. Lots of young bearderd men drove by me in pickups, and I started to get resentful. But with patience, I got picked up by a man named Mark driving a Jeep Wrangler. He used to live in Denver before moving to Crested Butte some time ago, and we talked about the crowds of the Front Range and Summit County. He said his social life is usually spent on his skis, bike or while trail running. Other than work, he doesn't do much else than taking to the hills. "Don't be too nice to Crested Butte," he said, "tell 'em to go to Breckenridge."
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