For years, Crested Butte has pulled me back — not just for the peaks and the trails, but for the way this town balances grit and beauty. It’s a place where history lingers in weathered barns and ski relics, where wildlife still moves across open ground, and where the streets hum with the rhythm of mountain life.
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