Crested Butte Magazine - Winter 2019/20

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FEATURES 40 Ice is a love story by Cara Guerrieri

82 Elevating kindness by Karen Janssen

For these backcountry skaters, the unpredictable and mystical ice of mountain lakes has inspired both reverence and romance.

46 The Vail effect by Sandy Fails

88 Riding the Comet by Brian Levine

It might not be what you expected.

54 Rolling ambassadors by Beth Buehler

If you think our buses are unique and colorful, just wait till you meet our bus drivers.

64 The art of welcoming by George Sibley

Looking back over the decades, Crested Butte could learn from its uneasy history of greeting immigrants and newcomers.

70 The winter children of Irwin by Dawne Belloise

For families wintering in snowbound Irwin, life is sometimes “a Disney movie” and sometimes “insanely hard.”

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How Namkha Sherpa and the Crested Butte community have touched lives on the far side of the world.

The meteoric story of the Pioneer Ski Area, 1939-52: a product of ski mania, ingenuity and recycled mining parts.

96 Skiing to the altar by Janet Weil

These two couples wanted memorable weddings… so they clicked into their bindings before they tied the knot.

102 Winter Sundays by Leath Tonino

Accepting the invitation of place with a weekly ski-beer-poem habit.



10 Singing each other home by Karen Janssen

109 A love letter to Crested Butte by Katie Onheiber

For those at life’s thresholds, the Gunnison Valley Threshold Singers share compassion through music.

Stumbling into a place that blindsides you with beauty and character.

14 The t-shirt bag revolution by Nancy Vogel

111 Learning (and learning, and learning) to ski

How Bailey Hosier and friends are turning cast-off t-shirts into free, reusable shopping bags.

18 A different kind of horsepower by Karen Janssen

Made partly of old car parts from the Rozman ranch, Sean Guerrero’s Pepsi Horse is ambling toward the Center for the Arts.

22 Dancing our stories and questions by Sandy Fails

The aesthetics and history of the Gronk inspired Sasha Chudacoff’s ‘apocalyptic’ dancefilm.

by Cosmo Langsfeld Downhill, Nordic, backcountry… when you grow up on skis, there’s always another way to slide down a mountain.

115 A matter of time by Molly Murfee

A newcomer edges toward the warmth of community. 78 Photo gallery | 120 Calendar 125 Dining/Lodging guide | 128 Photo finish

26 Vivid prose and true grit by Arvin Ramgoolam

Two very different new books, Go Find and How Crested Butte Became a Tourist Town, both till into rich local dirt.

30 A setting for new gems by Kathy Norgard

Through her new jewelry school, Meaghan Young helps students hone their hobbies or launch their careers.

34 “Colorado girls” on the Camino by Sandy Fails

As pilgrims on the Camino de Santiago, Jenny Stillo and Stephanie Prater covered a lot of territory, with their feet and their hearts.

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Editor’s note

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The antidote issue As we searched for cover photo candidates for this issue, we ran across this picture of a woman pedaling her bike down the snow-lined street, guitar on her back, music stand in her hand. Over the years I’ve seen dozens of photographs of bicyclists against Crested Butte’s colorful buildings, but this one makes me feel particularly buoyant in less-than-buoyant times. This cyclist isn’t a model posing for the camera. It’s Karen Janssen, a writer for this magazine, on her way to play with Crested Butte’s children through her Munchkin’s Music, or perhaps to serenade a bed-bound neighbor through the Threshold Singers (see page 10). I’m remembering that image right now, writing this note at 35,000 feet elevation aboard an airplane hurtling toward a family

gathering in Texas. My husband and I drove to the Denver airport this morning through jerky rush-hour traffic while news radio headlined the conflict, greed and environmental doom du jour. After weaving through an overfilled security maze at the Denver International Airport, our line was delayed by officials pondering the threat of an employee who had laminated his ID. With the crowds and tension, rules and rush of the morning, I found myself at the airline gate, unduly irritated by the man sitting next to me bellowing long and loud into his cell phone. I’m not used to all this. I’m used to waking to the play of light on peaks and walking the dog into the silence outside to find fox prints in new snow. I’m used to saying hello to strangers on downtown sidewalks or trading hugs with 7








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Editor’s note friends encountered on distant Nordic trails. Life here is not perfect; winter bullies us, and humans are as imperfectly human here as they are anywhere. Still, in this pocket of humanity dwarfed by natural magnificence, wellbeing and kindness abound. Sitting on this plane, I realize that Crested Butte is my antidote to modern urban life at its worst (i.e. tense, crammed and isolating). No wonder I delight in returning home. No wonder people in harried circumstances rely so heavily on their Crested Butte vacations. So many people need this antidote – especially right now. A friend recently mentioned “outrage fatigue.” He’s so weary of negativity and the daily evidence of our shortcomings as a species. Yet he feels compelled to immerse himself in each day’s worst news; he obeys the myth that the depth of his despair is proportional to the depth of his caring. How could he NOT despair in such troubling times? I admitted to him: I don’t do well with despair. It exhausts and disempowers me. Of course sometimes I slip into that heaviness, particularly when the world, near or far, so disappoints me, and I don’t want to reproach myself for despairing. But neither do I want to feel guilty for NOT despairing. In a speech last year for Living Journeys cancer-support donors, young mom Laci Wright credited her cancer diagnosis for jolting her awake to life’s preciousness. Likewise, let me use disquieting times as a catalyst: to root deeper into my inner and spiritual resources; to connect more openly with others; to be more effective in moving toward the world I want. Let me trade guilt and despair for gratitude and grit. The writers of the Crested Butte Magazine didn’t set out to create a “kindness and hope” issue for this winter; the theme emerged anyway. Well, good timing. What a great moment to read about Namkha Sherpa and the Crested Butte community transforming lives in Nepal; young people turning landfill-bound t-shirts into free reusable bags; the Community Foundation extending the hand of welcome to the valley’s diverse neighbors; and the Gunnison Valley Threshold Singers sharing harmonies with people at life’s edge. May this issue be our antidote to despair. May it remind us of beauty and goodness and hearten our resolve to be part of that. —Sandy Fails, editor

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Threshold Singers Joanne Reynolds, Becky Morgan, Ilene Spector, Nancy Wicks, Emily Rothman and founder Karen Janssen.

For those at life’s thresholds, the Gunnison Valley Threshold Singers share compassion through music. I’ve always loved to sing. My mom tells me I did a lot of it when I was small, entertaining my stuffed animals with heartfelt renditions of my favorite tunes. Though I was painfully shy, Glee Clubs kept me singing through high school, but after that singing was relegated to accompanying my copious vinyl collection. It wasn’t until after grad school, while living and teaching in Costa Rica, that I really ‘found my voice.’ Though my kindergarten class couldn’t get enough of “Shake Your Sillies Out,” they were equally entranced by the beautiful Spanish ballads I’d been learning with my Costa Rican musician friends. I was far from fluent then, but the words hardly mattered. It was my first true glimpse of the power of the human voice, and I was hooked. I first heard about Threshold Choir around 18 years ago, close to the organization’s inception. I immediately went to its fledgling website and was deeply inspired by the mission of singing for those at the thresholds of life. 10

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The first Threshold Choir began in California in 2000. Ten years prior, founder Kate Munger had sat with a dear friend dying of HIV/ AIDS. “I was terrified when the time came to sit by his bedside. I did what I always did when I was afraid; I sang the song that gave me courage. I sang it for 2 ½ hours. It comforted me, which comforted him.” From that moment came the vision: honoring those at life’s thresholds with compassion shared through song. There are now more than 200 chapters worldwide. Of course 18 years ago there wasn’t a chapter near Crested Butte, so the idea retreated to simmer in the back of my mind for a long while. After I returned from Costa Rica, music became an increasingly important part of my life, with opportunities to teach children of all ages, sing and play in several bands, and more. Early in 2016, the Song Sisters came together to share my love of song with like-minded women. “Singing in harmony brings a group together in joyous cooperation,” said Becky Morgan, a Song Sister from the start. You know that euphoria of hitting a perfect, transcendent rhythm as you ski through untouched powder? Voices floating and locked together can provide a similar high. The Threshold Choir idea resurfaced when a Song Sister’s

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cancer returned, with a terminal diagnosis. I proposed the concept to the group, and everyone was immediately drawn to the prospect. Threshold has a large and ever-expanding repertoire of songs (many written by members), and though groups aren’t limited to singing those, we began to focus on learning core pieces we could share. All a cappella (without instruments), we sing rounds, melodies and multi-part harmonies, keeping in mind the goal of providing soothing comfort. “Music can be a unifying and transformative experience,” said Ilene Spector, one of our members. “It’s one of the purest forms of resonance, and the peacefulness and love we experience while singing then resonates with those with whom we share it.” We were fortunate to sing for our former member before she passed. “It has been a gift and an honor to sing at bedsides and share the soothing powers of song,” said member Emily Rothman. Joanne Reynolds agreed: “It’s an enormous privilege to engage in this sacred work.” Feedback has been overwhelmingly positive. We’ve heard comments like: “It really brightened her day” and “I was soothed and transported.” Tears are common, and cathartic. We officially launched as the Gunnison Valley Threshold Singers in February of 2019. Our first ‘official’ debut was also our international debut, as we sang at the Union Congregational Church on the Sunday that the service was shared with a sister church in Germany! In addition to several bedside sings, we’ve also visited the Senior Care facility as well as the hard-working board and staff of Hospice and Palliative Care. Perhaps what has struck me the most about my involvement




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with Threshold has been the community that surrounds it. Our small group is certainly remarkable. Currently six of us gather regularly, though others have passed through as their lives allowed. I’ve also been fortunate to attend two large regional gatherings of the organization. Singing such powerful songs with 270 women (and two men!) from all walks of life was profoundly moving. I marveled that, for whatever reason, every person in the room was motivated to share the gift of song. Not that the Threshold community sings only gentle lullabies. One Saturday night had everyone laughing at a rap (complete with beat boxing) about Colorado’s marijuana laws and dancing to old-time fiddle tunes I played with a newfound friend. Music truly feeds the soul. The bottom line is that dying is a part of living. It’s a journey, a sacred time not to be hidden, but to be acknowledged. “Walking Each Other Home’’ is one of the songs we sing, and that is truly what we aspire to do. Becky summed it up well: “Though music is made physically, using our bodies or instruments, sound is not a physical thing that you can grasp. I like to think that music serves as a bridge between the physical and spiritual worlds, and as such can be a great comfort to those transitioning between the two.” Our services are a gift to the community, free of charge and religious overtones, and available for anyone who might enjoy and/or benefit from the healing power of music. Bedside we sing in a small group (usually two to four people) for a short period of time, so as not to overwhelm. We’re open to sharing wherever the music might serve its peaceful and inspiring purpose. We practice generally every other week and welcome new members (who need not be trained musicians). Please get in touch at


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Brie Polster delivers her free shopping bags to Mountain Earth.

need. Clark’s Market and Mountain Earth Organic Grocers became the lucky recipients. Her vision was that by giving from the heart, she would impact other people and ignite the revolution. Indeed, this has happened. Through her Facebook page, Bailey has given tips and encouragement to others, such as a woman in



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Falkirk, Scotland. Additionally, the workers from Clark’s proudly brought their bags home to Peru and China, hoping to further the revolution. Working at the health food store and watching the bags fly out of there, I wanted to assist in this worthwhile endeavor. Bailey, one of my former fourth grade students, was delighted to have me join the revolution and add children to the mix. My goal is to teach local children the art of making t-shirt bags in hopes that they will teach their peers. My first volunteer, Brie Polster, was producing bags in no time. During our first session, we constructed 27 bags, which were gone from Mountain Earth in only three days! Brie most enjoyed perusing the plethora of t-shirts that people donated. Every event, race, sports team and business seems to print a shirt. We were both astonished and amused by the randomness of the slogans. The bag-making process includes cutting off the t-shirt sleeves. In line with Bailey’s environmental philosophy, I offered the sleeves to local painter Sarah Schmidt, who used them in a painting class, introducing more individuals to the revolution. Zero waste is easily achieved by using the sleeves as cleaning rags, patches, etc. As the demand for alternative bags grows, Bailey’s philosophy of “putting love out there” keeps her going. When I asked her about the lessons learned, she responded, “Take initiative. Don’t wait for permission, and think outside the box.” Soon Bailey will take her revolution on the road. As for so many people born and raised here, the prospect of another long winter is no longer appealing. In her newly acquired half-bus, Bailey will seek warmer temperatures and new adventures. However, a sewing machine will accompany her, so this revolution will live on. And in Crested Butte, volunteers young and old will continue to turn castoff clothing into reusable bags. If you are also inspired by Bailey’s vision, you can contribute via the donation jar at the Paragon Art Gallery or via the Go Fund Me link on the T-Shirt Bag Revolution Facebook page. Or even better, dust off that sewing machine and join the revolution! Nancy Vogel, a retired teacher of 32 years, works at Mountain Earth, tutors, and guides for the Wildflower Festival.




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Made partly with old car and machinery parts from the Rozman ranch, Sean Guerrero’s Pepsi Horse is ambling toward the Center for the Arts. “I was always fascinated by the look of cars that were built in the 1940s, ‘50s and ‘60s,” said Sean Guerrero. “I never would have imagined I’d one day make a living off them.” Indeed, who could have imagined those chrome bumpers and hubcaps would some day be transformed into larger-than-life sculptures that fill their observers with awe, laughter and inspiration? Sean lived in Crested Butte from 1991 to 2001, and his artwork lives on here. The Knight and the Dragon, locked in everlasting battle, greet all who arrive via Highway 135. Locals and visitors have logged countless hours of Elk Avenue bench time on Sean’s eclectic sculpted seats. He also maintains a rotating sculpture garden at the corner of Fourth and Elk. It was here, parked street-side on a trailer during Arts Fair 2015, that the Pepsi Horse first made an appearance in town. Jenny Birnie, former director of the Crested Butte Center for the Arts, 18

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recalls the day that second homeowners Sean and Jennifer Reilly called excitedly to say she had to come see this amazing piece of art. Would the Center want it for the new building? Jenny hopped on her bike and went to meet the larger-than-life chrome stallion. It was an offer too good to refuse, and eventually four couples pitched in to purchase the Pepsi Horse. However, there was a catch. The Center’s new building was only a twinkle in many people’s eyes at that point, and it’s not easy to stable a 1,500-pound stallion. Where to put it? Eventually they found a site across the street from the Center on land leased to the Town by Bill and Anita Vallett. Then the next

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issue had to be addressed. In that visible location, every kid in town would want a ride on the noble steed, so John Murphy was enlisted to build a platform to elevate the horse out of reach. John reminisced, “I’d literally just finished the job and was up in Jenny’s office handing her an invoice. We looked out her window to admire it, and as we watched, we saw a group of kids come up and start climbing on each others’ shoulders to get up there!” He was hired on the spot to build a chain fence to dissuade the persistent. With the aid of a crane, the horse had found its temporary home. As for its permanent home once the Center is finished… Jenny laughed. “Well, it’s been a running joke so far. On top of the building? On the electric box? On the sidewalk by Whiterock Avenue? It’s still to be determined, though we know it will end up somewhere worthwhile on Center property.” Wherever it ends up, with its mane and tail flowing and chrome muscles bulging, it’s bound to be an attraction. The Pepsi Horse is truly a local creation. The majority of its pieces come from the Rozman ranch. Homesteaded over 100 years ago, the ranch is still in operation. “I strive to give the old cars and other found pieces back their dignity through a reinterpreted form of physical artistic expression,” said Sean. Stories of hard-working ranchers and their horses abound in the Gunnison Valley, and “the old cars were horse-powered beasts of a different sort.” The equine transformation of the ranching family’s autos seemed natural. Horses represent freedom, power and beauty. Under Sean’s hands, automobile parts come together and bring those elements to life. Years ago the Ford Motor Company approached Sean about leasing several of his horse sculptures to take on tour. But when the $144


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billion company complained that Sean’s asking price of $25,000 was too much, it left him cynical about corporate America and branding. “Marketing is an illusion,” stated Sean. That cynicism influenced some of the elements he incorporated into the Pepsi Horse. Since the age of 14 he’d held onto a Pepsi sign he’d salvaged from an old ice machine, and suddenly its destiny became clear. In 2015 he began the Pepsi equine sculpture. He embedded the logo in the flank of this grand beast, thus cross-pollinating the idea of marketing with creativity; of corporate branding versus the branding employed by ranchers; of mainstream America versus that which is untamed and wild. Sean now calls Paonia, Colorado, his home, after living in locations around the world. “I needed a cave in which to create,” he said, so when an old fire hall became available a couple years ago, he jumped at the opportunity to settle there. It’s an impressive space filled with materials of all sorts, waiting to be transformed into new life. Sean’s sculpted deer graze in Maryland; his horses gallop throughout the Midwest and the Carolinas. Mares with colts graze in numerous states. Sean gifted Neil Young a chrome buffalo head, which has accompanied the famous musician on stage. An eagle with a 13-foot wingspan protects a Sedona, Arizona, jewelry store. More than 100 of Sean’s unique benches offer repose throughout the country. The da Vinci Fish, a giant flying fish sculpture made from an airplane fuselage, rotates above the Salton Sea in the community of Bombay Beach, California. And, of course, many pieces have landed in Crested Butte – including the thought-provoking Pepsi Horse, a masterpiece of shiny chrome bumpers and hubcaps, wood, old tools and colored metal.



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The aesthetics and history of the Gronk inspired Sasha Chudacoff’s ‘apocalyptic’ dancefilm “Mine.” Since moving to Crested Butte eight years ago, dancer Sasha Chudacoff has been fascinated by the Gronk, the nicknamed concrete structure that a century ago was part of a tipple from the Pershing Mine near Peanut Lake. Her fascination eventually led to her eightminute dancefilm called “Mine,” which this year has been viewed at film festivals around the country. “From the beginning I was inspired by the structure – the aesthetics, the architecture of the space,” Sasha said of the Gronk. She learned about its history through cultural story-keeper Marcie Telander, the Crested Butte Mountain Heritage Museum and gatherings of oldtimers. “The unique mythology of the valley was offered to me through Marcie,” Sasha said. “I sat with her for hours, listening to stories.” The Pershing’s mine shafts, Sasha heard, were so cramped that only the small, young men could crawl deep into the hillside. There they chipped at the earth so the ore fell onto cloth laid on the ground, then as a group they pulled the laden cloth back out of the shaft. “I love to interpret things through my body,” Sasha said. So, with permission from the agreeable owners of the Gronk property, she began spending time there “to envision the spirit of the place… the suffering, the joking around that went on there. That energy is really juicy to me.” 22

The Gronk, formerly part of the Pershing mine complex.

As a low-residency graduate student in interdisciplinary arts and education through Goddard University, Sasha also learned about the emerging genre of dancefilm. “Dance is ephemeral because it happens live,” she said. “Dancefilm is a merging of film and dance where the camera is part of the choreography.” While teaching ballet, jazz, hiphop and aerial dance through the Crested Butte School of Dance and working on other independent projects, Sasha envisioned moving images she could weave together

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in a dancefilm based at the Gronk. “I spent many hours there by myself taking in the story and energy in a somatic way.” For the filming, she contacted Western Colorado University film professor Ian Curry. “He was open and very giving of his time,” Sasha said. “We hit it off artistically.” They did two filming sessions at the Gronk in the summer of 2018, combining her vision with his skills and ideas. They shot aerial dance on ropes suspended from the concrete framework plus movements on the mounded coal tailings nearby. Though she’d felt strong emotions in

her musings and solo dancing at the site, Sasha said, “The actual filming felt efficient rather than emotional. It was a really fun collaboration.” Sasha’s sister Sophia, a dancer and singer/songwriter, added a second body to the choreography, then followed Sasha’s directives to create the film’s “soundscape” in collaboration with their father, a musician and producer. The black and white film has an “apocalyptic, film noir look,” Sasha said. Though the aerial and on-ground movements are graceful, they speak of toil and struggle.

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The Gronk and coal tailings have a stark, barren look. During the filming, regional wildfires made the sky hazy, intensifying the moodiness. Sasha referred to “disaster aesthetics,” an artistic trend as visual and performing artists explore the paradox of beauty and destruction. “It’s a way of trying to be with what has happened to the land; ‘I don’t have a solution, but I’ll make art.’ This is my way of processing – through my body,” she said. In sharp contrast to the wordless, bleak, abstract dance, Sasha ended the film with Sophia’s toe-tapping, folksy song, “Tailings,” and historic images of the Pershing mine and its workers. “The film is intense. I want to invite critical thought and creative inquiry,” Sasha said. When she needed direction in shaping the film, she used the question: “After land violence, how is the spirit of the place honored?” “Mine” so far has been screened at about a dozen environmental, dance and general film festivals as far away as Toronto, Seattle and Boise. Sasha attended two of those and got to watch spectators’ reactions. People respond to the sense of place and, in the absence of voice-over in the film, “often make up their own narrative,” she said. “People can be quite moved.” Sasha has been dancing since she was a toddler. Both parents are artists (her father in the music business, her mother in interior design/architecture), “so we grew up with a lot of dance and music.” Raised in California and Tennessee, with a degree in women’s studies and community studies from UC Santa Cruz, Sasha moved from the Bay Area to Crested Butte in 2012 to join her partner. She was delighted to find such a lively dance community in such a small town. Eventually Sasha imagines reshooting a dancefilm at the Gronk – or perhaps staging “some kind of inclusive, participatory dance.” In the mean time, she hopes to show “Mine” to local audiences this winter. And she’ll continue to experiment with dance and its relationship to “eco-psychology” – particularly inviting people into empathy with the earth. She’s playing with juxtaposing dance with trash (e.g. discarded plastics), which, she hopes, might help people look at realities they don’t want to see. “I don’t mean it to be divisive or judgmental,” she said of her dance exploration. “To me, it’s an inviting tool.”


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By Arvin Ramgoolam

Roger Kahn shares tales from his new book.

Two very different new books, Go Find and How Crested Butte Became a Tourist Town, both till into rich local dirt. People who visit Crested Butte often do one thing in common upon their arrival: they begin to collect stories. Who settled here? Why did people come here? Where did my barista move from? People naturally gather stories, and as a bookseller, it’s often my duty to help them: by answering their questions, finding particular books, or helping them ask better questions. Through Roger Kahn’s new book, you can get answers to questions you never even thought to ask. The book is titled How Crested Butte Became a Tourist Town: Drugs, Sex, Sports, Arts and Social Conflict: A Fun-Filled Social History. Kahn covers basic Crested 26

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Butte history, beginning with his arrival to the area in 1967, and contrasts local changes with those happening in the counterculture of the ‘60s and ‘70s, alongside the mining and ranching history of the Gunnison Valley. With that history, Kahn sets the scene for the upheavals that continue into current-day Crested Butte. Walking around town today, it’s difficult to imagine dirt streets and homes that could be bought for $1,000. Among the book’s many stories, Kahn revisits the time local Vonda Rozman held a gun to him when, partly out of curiosity, he entered a vacant home owned by her family in his neighborhood. She then called the marshal on him for trespassing. But before taking Kahn to the station, the marshal allowed him to take a call at his home. The charge was dismissed because the district attorney knew Kahn well enough to realize that he was hardly a threat to his own neighbor. It was a true small town that contrasted the outside world that these newcomers (or “tourist town pioneers”) came from.






Kahn then descends into the grittier parts of Crested Butte’s history. One interviewee captured the times: “Personal anonymity was widespread and personal histories were unknown. People accepted outlaws because it was the first time that most of us were truly free in our lives, and outlaws represented freedom.” A big turning point in Crested Butte was the 1972 usurping of the town council by the tourist town pioneers looking toward “smart growth” in opposition to the oldtimers, who would have preferred things continue the way they were. Aside from town politics were the mores and behavior of the dropouts and hippies in Crested Butte. Drugs were a prevalent part of the new citizenry; as one person put it, “Why wouldn’t you expect recreational drug use in a recreation community?” One element of those days was the legendary Bath House and the culture of free love surrounding it. Kahn illuminates the personal narratives of many who participated

in those drug-fueled escapades: “Recreational drug use among new townspeople clearly accompanied a lot of sexual activity, but it was hardly confined to that. It was a large part of the youthful immigrants’ lifestyle, and the town’s emerging culture.” Other parts of the book treat readers to the stories of the strong women of the era, the explosion of the ski industry, and the ongoing battles over development faced by successive town councils. How Crested Butte Became a Tourist Town is a great compendium for both the newly arrived and Crested Butte history buffs well versed in the works of Duane Vandenbusche and Sandy Cortner.

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Through her jewelry school, Meaghan Young helps students hone their hobbies or launch their careers. Meaghan Young’s new jewelry school welcomes learners of all levels – but she particularly invites today’s students to become tomorrow’s artists. The Crested Butte Jewelry School opened in 2018 at Third and Elk, in the heart of Crested Butte’s creative district. In 2019, Meaghan added online instruction ( Prior to opening the school, Meaghan taught jewelry-making classes for several years through the Center for the Arts. The school‘s curriculum includes silversmithing, ring fabrication/stone-setting, metalworking and jewelry design. In true Crested Butte spirit, the three- or five-day summer classes are held in the morning and early evening to allow students to have fun outdoors in the afternoons. Meaghan provides instruction plus the materials and tools students need to make jewelry. For all students, and particularly those learning distantly online, Meaghan started a silversmithing club, which gives students 30

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“Those Colorado girls” on the mystical path

By Sandy Fails

Jenny Stillo, Stephanie Prater and the statue at O’Cebreiro, Spain.

On the Camino de Santiago, Jenny Stillo and Stephanie Prater covered a lot of territory, with their feet and their hearts. On day ten of her Camino de Santiago trek, Stephanie Prater wrote in her journal: “Some days you feel like there is no possible way you can go on.” But on day 11, she and friend Jenny Stillo dragged out of bed, pulled sneakers onto their aching feet (still stinking slightly of the cheese curd they’d massaged onto them the night before) and once again hit the path of the peregrinos (pilgrims). Now, months after completing their 480-mile Spanish pilgrimage and receiving their Compostela certificate last May, they dream about their next camino. Jenny began considering the Camino de Santiago journey after the sudden, devastating death of her husband, Tom Stillo, in 2018. “I wanted to do something for my healing; I was desperate,” Jenny said. Stephanie was also facing a tough transition, with her daughter Raven leaving the nest, the death of a close friend and the end of a 14-year relationship. “I was out of sorts with myself,” she said. “I’d been Florence Nightingale for everyone else, and I was drained from head to toe.” Both women, in their late fifties, are strong and fit. Jenny, a 34

Crested Butte translator/interpreter and language teacher, moved from Honduras to the Gunnison Valley in 1980 to attend Western State College. She competed as a Nordic skier in the 1992 Olympics, becoming Honduras’ first winter Olympian. Stephanie owns Princess Productions, an event production/interior design business, and Menu Magazine. A yogi, skier and all-around athlete, she grew up in Crested Butte off and on in her family home and has lived here consistently since leaving New York in 1989. Of the many pilgrimage choices, the two women chose the Frances route: 480 miles, from St. Jean Pied de Port, France, through the French Pyrenees, to Santiago de Compostela, Spain. They hired a company to deliver their bags from one hotel to the next (with financial assistance from a dear friend), and the company representative protested the grueling pace they’d planned: 13-17 miles per day for 31 days straight, with no rest days. The women insisted. The Camino de Santiago is the most popular Christian pilgrim destination in the world. More than 1,000 peregrinos arrive each day (by foot, bike, horse or sailboat) at the cathedral constructed ten centuries ago over the purported remains of the apostle St. James. Jenny’s go-to guidebook, “a practical and mystical manual for the modern-day pilgrim,” notes that in a pilgrimage, “a remarkable alchemical reaction takes place that burns away the dross we have collected in our lives.”

Jenny was raised Catholic and drew comfort from the Christian symbols and churches along the way. Stephanie isn’t religious but was open to and accepting of the spiritual experiences. From day one, Jenny and Stephanie found the Camino to be a world apart. Peregrinos bonded, helped each other and shared heartfelt stories; villagers along the way consistently cared for the sojourners and wished them, “Buen camino.” The path, marked by the ever-present yellow seashell, wound through old, crumbling villages (each one different and surprising), past ancient churches, alongside welltended farmlands, up steep hillsides with epic views. Stephanie’s journal mentions the amazing cemeteries, windmills, castles, and a wine fountain where people sipped or filled their water bottles with free vino. “Wine is one of the major food groups there,” Stephanie said. Almost every day they spread a bit of Tom’s ashes at meaningful sites. As they got to know other pilgrims, the shared stories – of death, loss, illness, heartbreak and revelation – put their own troubles in perspective. “Every day brought tears, joys, memories and people we’ll never forget,” Stephanie said. Jenny added, “It was very, very spiritual.” It was also very, very physical, as heat, steeps, blisters, migraines and aching muscles reminded them. After one relentless day of downhill pavement, Jenny’s ankle became so inflamed and painful, she could no longer walk – or sleep. She finally told Stephanie she’d have to stop trekking. Stephanie’s response: “Oh no you’re not! We’re in this together, and we’ll finish together.” After a day with a trauma doctor at the hospital in Logroño, Jenny had a diagnosis – tendonitis – and an admonition to stay off her feet for ten days. But they forged on, with a brace, antiinflammatories, cheese curd massages (recommended by a nephew) and, most importantly to Jenny, lots of prayer. Three days later, she awoke to feel miraculously improved. As they traveled alongside other peregrinos, Jenny and Stephanie earned a reputation as “those Colorado girls.” “I’m competitive; I don’t like to be passed,” Jenny said, “and I was trained to go fast on the uphills.” Stephanie laughed at the memory of petite Jenny churning up steep slopes, leaving their compatriots behind. After their first fast-paced days, however, tendonitis and wisdom slowed them down. They took a relaxed start to each day, and hydrated and rested along the way. Their new slogan became, “Start slow and taper off.” “We laughed every time we said it,” Stephanie said. “Most days at some point we laughed until we cried.” Jenny and Stephanie had worked and played together over the years but never traveled together. Amazingly, their friendship only deepened through 480 miles of pain, exhaustion, sadness, triumph, spiritual moments and daily practicalities. “We learned to respect what was important to each of us,” Stephanie said. For her, it was getting their Camino “passports” stamped at each eatery, hotel, church and attraction along the way, connecting via wi-fi (pronounced wee-fee) with her sister and her nervous brides-to-be (she had 14 summer weddings pending), and 36

A toast with sangria: Jenny Stillo and Stephanie Prater celebrate their arrival at the cathedral.

doing yoga poses like legs up the wall. Jenny’s priorities were foot care, showers, reverent time, sending church photos to her mom, and spreading Tom’s ashes. Stephanie teased Jenny about her oversized suitcase (“Big Bertha”) and travel laundry machine, a daily source of joy and pride. Jenny attempted to teach Stephanie Spanish and teased her for constantly “looking like a million bucks.” At one point weary Jenny asked of Stephanie, “Please look miserable.” On the final day, the women pushed through 17.5 miles in 86-degree heat to arrive in Santiago. First they spent some quiet time in the cathedral, awash in the incense that historically helped cover the stench of devout but dingy pilgrims. They got their official Compostela certificates in 45 minutes (having been warned it could take up to four hours), then headed to an Italian restaurant for wine and pasta. “We enjoyed the busy streets of the city and watched the weekend energy in full swing,” Stephanie wrote that evening. “Processions of celebrators and song were prevalent as we lounged heavily at our small bistro table, shoes off, red wine in my hand, white in Jenny’s. Feeling very accomplished indeed.” Later, on the flight home, Stephanie wrote, “A bit tearyeyed, thinking of the long days, castles, cathedrals, churches, tiny crumbling villages, beautiful gardens, Spanish countryside, té con leche, spreading Tommy’s ashes, the weddings ahead, new friendships, at times the pain in my body…day after day of loading my backpack, carrying my backpack, changing my shoes, enjoying the varying scenery, and all the memories of the Camino. What an incredible journey.” After their return, Stephanie and Jenny both succumbed to the classic “post-Camino blues.” But both feel mostly gratitude for the experience and the exposure to a world beyond their everyday lives. “The Camino changed me,” Jenny said. “It gave me peace. And it made me a better person.” A number of Crested Butte people have done some version of the Camino de Santiago, and more are in the planning stages. Jenny and Stephanie aren’t sure when, but both intend to walk another camino – with a few rest days built into their itineraries next time.




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For these backcountry skaters, the unpredictable and mystical ice of mountain lakes has inspired both reverence and romance. By Cara Guerrieri

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years ago, on one of Gunnison County’s frigid winter nights, Bruce Bartleson took Deirdre Fotescu on their second date. The date was at midnight, and he told her to dress warmly and bring her skates, so she packed the only ones she had — her mother’s 1950s pair from Macy’s in Manhattan. Bruce drove them not to the local rink but toward Blue Mesa Lake. That year, for the first time since the dam was completed in 1966, the entire lake surface was snow-free, deeply frozen and smooth. “Once I got onto the ice, I didn’t care how old and terrible my mother’s skates were, how ill-fitting, or how wobbly I skated,” Deirdre recalled. “That night, the only thing I could think about was the moon and stars reflected in the ice, and the feeling of gliding across that pristine lake.” During that notorious ‘year of no snow,’ not only did Bruce and Deirdre’s love blossom, but so did their attachment to backcountry skating. They weren’t alone. That year brought together a loose-knit group of local folks, who continued from then on to monitor Blue Mesa and beyond to find skate-able ice. Some say they skate wild ice; others call it adventure ice or natural ice. Others simply call it magical. They begin at Halloween, said Bruce, “with a handful of serious scouts keeping watch on local ice conditions.” They start with the highest mountain lakes rimming the valley, like Rainbow Lake, Lake Irwin and


sometimes Emerald Lake, hoping for early skating days. As winter sets in, their search expands to bodies of water throughout the valley. “Sometimes we’ve been out ice-hunting before dawn,” said Chris Haas, a veteran ice scout. “When you work a nine-to-five, you have to skate whenever you can. The ice might only be good for those few hours. Or if we’re lucky, a couple of days.” Snowfall might come at any time, and the intense Colorado winter sun can soften the surface. If you haven’t skated on natural ice and felt the freedom of gliding across a pond on a crisp winter day, feeling almost as if you might leave gravity behind, you might wonder how it could be worth all that effort. Barbara Haas, the most passionate backcountry ice skater I’ve ever met, and the moderator of the group’s Facebook page “Ice Is a Love Story,” said her love of ice is beyond words. “When you’re skating on adventure ice, it’s an otherworldly, reverent, ‘be here now’ experience.” Chris added, “There’s also an element of discovery. It’s like a ski day, a camping trip and a fishing trip combined. The excitement, the wonder and the group preparation are all there. I’ve been on teams all my life, in all kinds of sports. The skating posse is unlike any other. There’s a different kind of camaraderie. Truly, the absolute worst day of adventure skating will always be better than the best day of any other sport I know.” The scouts aren’t the only ones whose anticipation is palpable. Deirdre said that for her, getting ready for a skate day is similar to the childlike joy before a birthday party. “I literally vibrate with excitement and can’t wait for that time when it’s just me, my skates, the ice and the blue sky. That’s when the world goes away.” While she waits for those days (some years have delivered only four days of wild ice skating), Deirdre, an accomplished figure skater, goes to the local rinks. “But I get so desperate to skate outside,” she said. “The dreary, noisy circles of an indoor rink can’t hold a candle to outdoor skating. So I’ve learned to savor every moment I skate outside. Each time I wonder if it’s the last time for that year.” She’s been known to skate until the sun sets, the snowfall covers the ice, or her legs get so tired she’s at risk of falling. Barbara echoed Deirdre’s sentiment. “Since we never know how many days of skating we’ll get in the season, there’s a great deal of gratitude for each skate day. We fall in love with each piece of ice so much – the designs in the ice, the reflections on the ice, 42

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the colors, the noises. There’s a mystical quality to the sights and sounds. Ice has presented Chris and me with the most amazing scenes and experiences of our lives.” The group skates on any safe body of water in the county, and sometimes beyond. The lakes they watch, now more than a dozen, include Boulder, Mill, Peanut, Lost and Mirror. Sometimes other reservoirs in the valley, like Spring Creek, Lake San Cristobal, Dome and McDonough lakes and the super-rare Taylor, are suitable for a skate. The granddaddy of all for local skating is, of course, Blue Mesa Reservoir, with more than 90 miles of shoreline. Although it’s a rare winter when Blue Mesa gets no snow, the lake freezes east to west, so even though snow might ruin last week’s ice, there might be more skate-able ice farther down the lake the next week. At any point in the winter, drivers on Highway 50 west of Gunnison might look out and see graceful skaters skimming across Blue Mesa, and it might look like a fun scene to join. However, like any extreme sport, adventure skating is not for the unprepared. Its enthusiasts warn that natural lakes aren’t groomed rinks. The conditions are unpredictable and ever changing, and it’s downright foolish for unprepared folks to skate the lakes. My friend Kathy Carr, who was with me in 1977 when we first skated on Blue Mesa, said, “I’ve continued skating the area lakes my whole life. I don’t think we were aware of the many dangers of wild ice when we were young. Now we take safety equipment out there every time: kneepads, 44

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picks-of-life ice self-rescue tools, personal flotation devices and rescue ropes. Also a complete change of clothes. We never skate alone, and we test the ice repeatedly.” Because you can’t plan this type of skating in advance and you have to have time, safety equipment and know-how, adventure skating tends to be a self-limiting activity. The close group of regular skaters remains, therefore, rather small. Their passion, however, is a worldwide phenomenon, with groups adapting their equipment and knowledge to meet the conditions of their area. In Alaska, ice skaters make use of skate or ski poles; in Sweden, they skate hut to hut, traditionally using broomsticks as a safety tool; and during a good year in Maine, where I usually skate these days, backyard pond and wild ice skating can be almost as plentiful as lobster boats. In Gunnison County, the unique and well-honed local technique for checking ice safety involves tossing fist-sized rocks onto the ice and is, according to Bruce, tried and true. Just as tried and true is an annual ritual at Bruce and Deirdre’s house — packing up their skating gear and leaving it next to their front door. At a moment’s notice, they’re ready to go when the ice is good. Ready for another skate, another day of wonder, another grand adventure. “We don’t go as often as we used to, and I go for the camaraderie as much as anything,” said Bruce, smiling at Deirdre. His smile makes it clear that the dual romances they began so long ago – with skating and with each other – are deep and ongoing.

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It seemed like a great irony, perhaps a great tragedy: that Crested Butte Mountain Resort (CBMR), the ski area whose ads once proclaimed “Heaven forbid we should ever be like Aspen or Vail” should three decades later be bought by Vail Resorts (VR). A year after that 2018 purchase, there appears to be an irony of a different sort: that the massive scale and reach of Vail Resorts could actually – for now – be a saving grace for the small scale and uniqueness of Crested Butte’s ski area. Tim Baker, the general manager of the Crested Butte ski area for Vail Resorts, noted that the company has a high stake in making sure Crested Butte maintains its character – and stays as different as possible from Vail. The company now owns 37 ski resorts in the U.S. and last year sold more than 925,000 Epic Passes in all 50 states and in more than 100 countries. The company no longer measures success one ski resort at a time; its overall job is serving, pleasing and expanding 46

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its Epic Pass base. With that perspective, Vail Resorts wants each of its ski areas to offer a distinct guest experience. (Baskin-Robbins would hardly lure the masses if it offered 32 bins of the same flavor ice cream.) “When we launched the Epic Pass in 2007, that was an epic shift for the company,” Baker said. “We’re not selling real estate to support the resort; that’s an old model. The Epic Pass changed that. We’re in the ski business. It adds greater value to the Epic Pass if we can offer a unique experience at each resort.” With detailed research, Vail Resorts can match Epic Pass holders (Gucci shoppers? Denver-area day skiers? risk-taking free spirits?) with the most appropriate VR ski area. “Crested Butte is not a volume-driven destination,” Baker said. “We can be laserfocused, attracting only people who are looking for the Crested Butte experience. We’re not dependent on the specific success

of Crested Butte.” In its extensive data collection, VR isn’t focusing on CBMR’s skier-day numbers, but on its visitors’ “likelihood to recommend.” Baker said, “What this mountain offers is a certain feel – the vistas, the sense of wilderness. In places on the mountain, you can feel like you have the whole area to yourself. That’s special. To go for huge visitation numbers would defeat the purpose.” While Crested Butte fans may be relieved to hear those words, many still chafe at the presence of a mega-corporation in the valley. Crested Butte’s mining history evidences the worst of big-business domination – with mining companies exploiting workers and land, extracting wealth to line pockets far, far away. No wonder we balk at large companies. So far, VR executives have taken pains to show a different side of corporate ownership. Zach Pickett, who worked for CBMR for six

years in sales, marketing and public relations, had a front row seat to the ski area’s transition from being a smaller, family-run area to being part of a large corporation. “They came in super soft,” Pickett said. “They didn’t blast in here and start making huge changes. They’re listening, observing, figuring out what Crested Butte is all about.” As Pickett and the VR marketing team began brainstorming how to define and market Crested Butte, he felt “they really got it.” Their new tagline for Crested Butte: “the untamed destination at the end of the road.” Pickett said, “It’s been encouraging to see a large, large parent company diving in and embracing what Crested Butte really is.” In late September of 2018, Vail Resorts bought Crested Butte Mountain Resort from the Mueller family as part of a package that included Okemo (Vermont) and Mount Sunapee (New Hampshire) ski resorts. The company perhaps didn’t realize what a gem it 47

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had acquired in Crested Butte, Baker said. “I don’t think we knew how complementary this ski area would be to the whole portfolio of Vail Resorts. Crested Butte is so distinct, we can take what it’s always been and celebrate that. This place has something we can’t deliver anywhere else: the challenge, ruggedness, its own charm, the chance to get away from the mainstream. The mountain is iconic, with a type of terrain that’s not like anywhere else.” Among its savvy moves, Vail Resorts chose an appropriate person to oversee its newly acquired Crested Butte ski area. Baker, who moved from Beaver Creek, has already won over some local semi-skeptics and has, in turn, “fallen under the spell” of Crested Butte. “I underestimated how much the spirit of Crested Butte would infect me and infect my family,” he said. His wild-haired sons, nine and six, love Crested Butte and spend much of their time outside, skiing and mountain biking. When his wife Jennifer celebrated the start of school with “Moms, Muffins and Mimosas,” she was delighted by the huge and friendly turnout. “This community has welcomed my family so warmly,” Baker said. That welcome was not a given. The







announcement that Vail Resorts had bought the ski area prompted gasps of disbelief and dismay around town. Jim Schmidt, mayor of Crested Butte, said, “It’s been hard for the citizens of town to grapple with the idea that the ski area is now owned by the largest ski operator in the world. It certainly goes up against the ‘rebel’ and ‘outlander’ Crested Butte spirit.” Baker understands the trepidation. He’s found that most people in Crested Butte carefully chose to move here and work hard to stay, so there’s both pride and protectiveness. Still, he said, “People were willing to give us a chance. I had a lot of candid conversations walking down Elk Avenue – people are passionate here – but they were respectful. Now I get a sense of relief that we didn’t just come in and blow this place up.” Baker meets regularly with community leaders, listening, answering questions and being as transparent and accessible as possible. So far, Mayor Schmidt has found Baker “very open and easy to work with” in their monthly meetings and as fellow stakeholders in situations like the Brush Creek housing proposal. Though Schmidt applauds Baker, he’s still wary of the ski area’s ownership. In Schmidt’s conversations with officials in towns where Vail Resorts runs the ski area, ”They all made it clear that any big decisions were made by the CEO, Rob Katz.” Janet Farmer, mayor of Mt. Crested Butte who works with Baker on multiple boards, praised his “dedication, engagement and enthusiasm.” She described herself as “cautiously optimistic” when she heard about the Vail Resorts purchase of CBMR. “I’ve appreciated the time Vail Resorts is taking to evaluate before jumping into major changes.” However, dealing with the slow wheels of corporate machinery at Vail Resorts’ home office in Broomfield has “necessitated some adjustments” for the town governments and other local entities working with the company, she said. “Overall, I’ve found the relationship with Vail Resorts to be very positive for the community.” So far, most changes at the ski area have been behind the scenes: upgrades to systems that will quietly make the resort run more smoothly. On the slopes, the Teocalli lift has been replaced, which should improve skier flow, Baker said. With Mobile Express capabilities, arriving guests with reservations will be able to skip the lift ticket line. And for Epic Pass holders, the Epic Mix app will 49 (970) 596.1248 Make a little space feel like alot.

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tally their vertical feet and number of days skied. Diners might also see adjustments in the mountain eateries as the resort elevates its food and beverage experiences. “We’re still learning,” Baker said. “Bigger changes, like the Teocalli Two expansion, are not on our radar for now.” Having a corporate presence in the community has benefits beyond stability and the financial resources to properly maintain the resort, Pickett pointed out. Vail Resorts’ EpicPromise initiatives center around stewardship of its resort communities. On EpicPromise Day in September, CBMR employees volunteered for projects like removing noxious weeds on Crested Butte Land Trust property and rebuilding the trail near Long Lake; earlier they planted 600 trees in the resort’s Double Top Glades with the U.S. Forest Service. The sale of old chairs from the dismantled Teocalli and Twister lifts helped fund the Long Lake Exchange Project through the Land Trust. Vail Resorts has committed to a net-zero operating footprint by 2030 – zero net emissions, zero waste to landfills and zero net operating impact on forests and habitat. Still, local questions linger. Can Vail Resorts’ corporate policies stretch enough to accommodate offbeat community traditions that involve the ski area – like the Al Johnson costumed uphill/downhill telemark race, the midnight start of the backcountry Grand Traverse, and the endorphin fiends who skin up the slopes each morning? In the long term, how will Vail Resorts’ vision for the ski area fit the townspeople’s? It’s not surprising that people are still uneasy. But Baker has done a lot to calm some initial fears. It’s also helpful to remember that Vail Resorts is just one stakeholder in a valley that’s much more diverse than when miners relied so completely on exploitive mining companies. The historic and rowdy-spirited town three miles from the ski slopes has a life of its own. As a community, we are less dependent on the resort than we’ve been in the past. Summer has outstripped winter in filling our coffers. And winter has more diverse draws; visitors come for Nordic and backcountry skiing, or just to escape from an overwrought world. The arts, music and educational opportunities attract families, remote workers, creatives and retirees. Schmidt often reminds people, “Vail bought the ski area. They did not buy the town; they did not buy our wilderness; they did not buy our souls.”



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Russell Buchanan is one of Dallas’ most celebrated architects. Founder and principal at Buchanan Architecture, Russell is known for his simple lines and clean, modern look. His projects have won awards and been featured in the pages of Architectural Digest. Buchanan Architecture’s first mountain home is also Aperture’s first residence. The distinctive mountain modern home was inspired by Crested Butte’s history and is being built by Michael Weil Custom Homes. Buchanan describes his inspiration and vision for what he calls Aperture House: “Before Crested Butte was settled in 1874, it was a mining outpost. The early buildings were simple gabled structures made with wood and corrugated metal, a newly invented material (c.1820). These early buildings were unadorned with decorative architectural elements and can still be seen today in the ranches that surround the town. This early architectural history of Crested Butte provides a touchstone for the concept of Aperture House. The design is informed by a fondness for reclaimed, sustainable materials and inspired by the vernacular architecture of the historic local settlements.

Aperture House is designed to capitalize on the panoramic views to the east and south. By orienting the building to align with the peak of Mt. Crested Butte, the residence maximizes the visibility of this spectacular view to the east. The great room on the first floor and the guest suites on the second floor all face toward Mt. Crested Butte. Likewise, the master suites on the first floor are oriented to take advantage of the unparalleled views of the valley to the south. Patios next to the great room and the master suites create comfortable outdoor spaces animated by natural light and mountain scenery. Aperture House is also oriented to maximize energy efficiency. Operable windows throughout provide passive air circulation. Windows facing west are limited and smaller in order to protect the residence from late afternoon solar heat. No windows face north in order to protect the building from winter weather. Aperture House is constructed using the most energy efficient, durable, low-maintenance materials available. High performance wall and roof insulation systems are paired with a radiant heat system to make the building energy efficient in any climate. The insulated windows are clad for durability and the exterior metal siding requires no maintenance and looks better with age. Tailored detailing and superior construction of the house executed by master craftsmen are what make Aperture House truly unique.”

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Four bus systems in the valley safely deliver people through sun, rain and snow to the slopes, school, work, airport, trailheads, weddings and more. And, just as each Mountain Express bus is unique and colorful, so are our bus drivers – and the stories they’ve collected at the wheel of the bus (where some have passed three decades at their jobs). Luckily, most thrive on interacting with their passengers and maneuvering through the challenges that the seasons deliver.

DAYNA CHRISTY, MOUNTAIN EXPRESS LOCAL BUS ROUTE When Dayna Christy began driving for Mountain Express 28 winters ago, the buses didn’t operate year-round and the guidelines were noticeably looser, since there was no federal funding at stake. “It was my third job, and I was going to drive for only a year or two. I was the only female driver at the time, and it was an eclectic mix of drivers,” Christy reflected. Drivers didn’t get insurance and benefits then, but they had plenty of fun playing hacky sack among the Camp 4 Coffee, t-shirt and hotdog carts at the ski area base while waiting for passengers to board. Musicians in a local bluegrass band would play in the aisles and receive tips, and during Ski Free, drivers managed packed buses and rowdy crowds. “You had to be prepared for a party, but it was fun,” Christy said. For an end-of-the-season party, the drivers would take a Mountain Express bus to Orvis Hot Springs in Ridgway, more than two hours away, and in the summers they formed a softball team called Global Warmers. Christy noted, “We were super athletes in our own minds (after a few beers), and there was much fun and laughter.” Today, she has only one job in the winter, driving the Crested Butte to Mt. Crested Butte route for Mountain Express. After “serving a tour of duty” at night, Christy now sticks to day shifts. “When you first start out, you take what routes and hours you can get, as it goes by seniority. [Longtime driver] Vinnie Rossignol gets whatever he wants!” Christy actually prefers making sure the wheels on the bus go round and round in the winter. “I like driving in snow, and people are excited to go ski,” she said. “If it’s a badweather day, I’d rather be the one driving!” She also enjoys the camaraderie with riders. “You get to know people like the second homeowners who come back to ski.

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It’s always fun to catch up with them and their families.” Like gardening, driving for Mountain Express keeps Christy on the go and out of a desk chair. “I’m outside waving to friends and talking to visitors who ask all sorts of questions. Most people who come here are relaxed and just having a good time.”

JIM SCHMIDT, ALPINE EXPRESS AIRPORT/SHUTTLE BUSES Not many visitors to other resorts can claim the mayor picked them up when they

arrived. Jim Schmidt, the current mayor of Crested Butte, has been an Alpine Express driver for 30 years and in the early eighties managed Mountain Express for three years. Usually, Schmidt lets riders know he is mayor to spur interaction and questions, while other times he keeps this status to himself. “If I say I’m mayor, the conversation is better. I have a set conversation about the valley, history, population, wildlife, elevation, etc., but try not to get political. Most of the questions are about good restaurants, because I live in Crested Butte and go out a lot.” 55

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Before moving to Colorado, Schmidt grew tired of the “rat race” involved in overseeing a charter bus company in Illinois from 1973 to 1976, having 12-15 buses on the road around the country at any given time, and getting paged all hours of the night. He waved goodbye to the job, hopped on his motorcycle, and departed on a bicentennial tour of the West in 1976. During the excursion, he arrived in Steamboat Springs, Colorado, to visit friends, only to discover they’d moved to Crested Butte. Schmidt followed their breadcrumbs 56

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south and spent his first two weeks sleeping on the second floor of the Elk Avenue building that now houses Talk of the Town. “It was a totally empty apartment, and the lower level was an empty shell that had been a store,” he said. In 1981, Schmidt took the helm of Mountain Express as transportation director, at a time when there was “quite a cast of characters” at the wheels. One guy was a survivalist and had a place up Spring Creek with gun slits on the side and a stockpile of rifles and ammunition. Another driver,

James Scott, had been living on a ranch in California when Charlie Manson arrived there; as that scene got too weird, Scott left and ended up in Crested Butte. Tuck had served in the Army and as a policeman elsewhere and became a favorite mountainman personality behind the wheel for years. Schmidt left the post in 1983, enjoyed another break from the bus business, then began driving part-time for Alpine Express later that decade. “It’s flexible, and I can take time off for meetings. But the best thing about Alpine Express is I’ve met some fantastic people — from Graham Nash, Robert Earl Keen and Hank Aaron to a physically challenged man who is a national triathlon champion and a really neat guy.” Mainly handling airport transfers and transportation for weddings, Schmidt moves guests safely and efficiently – but has collected some surprising stories. One was a wedding last September at the Community Center in Gothic. “We took guests out at 3 p.m., and the last vehicle was set to pick up at 12:15 a.m. When I arrived, the 11:45 driver was still there, and 35 to 45 people were dancing totally naked.” With a laugh, Schmidt recalled, “There were a lot of things bouncing you rarely see bouncing.” Thankfully, everyone got dressed before boarding the buses, except a man wearing only underwear and a sash who had officiated the wedding! A few rough miles down the road from Gothic, the trailhead of the West Maroon hike to Aspen can present equally challenging times when picking up passengers. Schmidt once waited there for eight hours. He said, “A couple ended up having to bed down in a horse trailer on the way over; I don’t know why it took 12 hours to hike over from Aspen!” When people ask if driving the same road gets old, Schmidt responds by asking, “’Do you get tired staring at the walls in your office?’ The scenery outside the windshield always changes… and when I’m driving home at dusk, the scenery is so spectacular. Or I look at some place I haven’t noticed before and am surprised at how beautiful it is.”

BILL KASTNING, GUNNISON SCHOOL DISTRICT AND ALPINE EXPRESS After Bill Kastning retired from 19 years of teaching at Gunnison Elementary School, both the superintendent and director of transportation for the Gunnison School District put a full court press on him to drive a school bus. They knew he had a

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commercial driver’s license (CDL) and years of experience driving for Alpine Express on the side. Intending to help out for only one semester, Kastning discovered he enjoyed watching the kids grow up, learn and excel, especially when he was driving for field trips and extracurricular sports. “I really got attached to the Crested Butte boys soccer team last year,” he said. “They thought I was their good luck charm, but I enjoyed being there to watch. They put my name on the bottom of the state trophy after team members and coaches, and 58

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the moms included me with the coaches in getting mugs with our names on them, so that was really special.” However, he acknowledged that driving a school bus comes with an extra layer of stress, knowing “little lives are in your hands and you have to be laser-focused every second.” On the flip side, he said, “I really enjoy meeting all the parents and having more of a relationship with them. Everyone is so nice and thanks me, which is great.” After seven years of driving for the school district and 33 years for Alpine Express

(formerly Crested Butte Limousine), Kastning plans to retire in 2020. His first days behind the wheel were in 1986 after selling his photography business to Dusty Demerson, who is the man behind the lens for this story. “I’ve driven one or two more years than Jim Schmidt, but he has a ton more hours.” Driving for Alpine Express was an ideal job while Kastning earned a teaching certificate at Western State College years ago, raised a family, and drove on winter weekends and during summer to help grow a college fund for his two children. Like Schmidt and Christy, Kastning has observed huge changes in the laws governing bus systems and drivers. “It was looseygoosey back then; I didn’t even have a CDL my first year or two.” Over the years, he has safely handled hundreds of airport transfers, trailhead drop-offs and pick-ups and wedding guest transportation for Alpine Express. His favorite assignment was leading 4X4 tours. “My mission was to send people home with a better understanding of Gunnison County: how we use land and the people, wildflowers, wildlife, history, mining and ranching,” Kastning said. One harrowing memory resulted from a family that went over the wrong pass hiking from Aspen to Crested Butte. “They went over East Maroon and showed up in Gothic after I made three trips to the base of the West Maroon trail. I knew there were children and parents, so I was worried sick,” he remembered. “All of us who do pick-ups walk up the trail a ways and start worrying if people don’t show up.” In the summer, approximately 90 percent of his schedule with Alpine Express is driving for weddings, with brides and grooms embracing the beautiful setting, even if they haven’t spent much time in Crested Butte. “The destination wedding concept is such a big change. In the 1980s, we didn’t see anything like this,” he said. Human relationships have kept him at his job, Kastning emphasized. “Not everyone is a nice person, but in my 30-plus years driving for Alpine Express, there hasn’t been a time I’ve wanted to get rid of the trip; people are in a pretty good mood, especially when they get off the plane.” Schmidt has equally kind words for his co-worker. “Bill must be one intrepid driver for the snowy roads he’s negotiated with a bus full of precious kids and the rough backcountry roads with loads of mountainnovice visitors.”






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Employment: After the stress of completing a college degree, she was seeking a job that could be left behind at the end of the day and was hired by Mountain Express. Upon completing extensive training and obtaining her CDL, she felt part of a big family. “I’m never going to leave this job; it’s one of the best in the valley, and they make it easy to schedule around other jobs.” In mid-2019, she gave up her custodian job at Western and began driving one day a week for RTA. Two jobs, two systems: Since many RTA passengers are locals who ride from Gunnison to Mt. Crested Butte, they know where they’re heading, resulting in little interaction on the bus except on festival weekends like Vinotok. “It’s a vacation from the insanity of Mountain Express, where I’m like a tour guide multi-tasking, driving and answering questions. I’m exhausted by the end of the day,” Elder said. “I really dig RTA as well.”


Memorable moments: Driving the “moon bus,” when riders bare their backsides out the window on the last day of ski season, and transporting costumed participants in the Chainless Race up Kebler Pass during Crested Butte Bike Week. “This community is defined by bikes pure and simple,” she offered. “It was true local camaraderie, and I was proud to be part of this valley. I really love living here, and I really felt it then.”


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In 1983, Mountain Express, with financial support from Crested Butte Mountain Resort (CBMR), purchased six new buses from a fleet acquired for a project in Parachute, Colorado, that ended up not happening. Jim Schmidt, manager of Mountain Express at the time, put out a call for a new logo design for the buses, and local artist and Paragon Gallery member Barbara Greene suggested taking it up a notch and creating a series of moving murals. “I figured it would be a great idea to have each bus individually painted, but at that time two individuals from CBMR served on the Mountain Express board and hated the idea. They voted against it, fearing they would be hippie buses,” Schmidt said. However, the yeas outweighed the nays, and local artists painted the buses and unveiled them at a Paragon Gallery reception held that November. “The people from CBMR loved them.” The practice of transforming white buses into artful public transportation has continued ever since. Schmidt’s all-time favorite: Kate Seeley’s fish bus, which has been retired for years. Dayna Christy also loves the fish bus and still enjoys seeing the repurposed vehicle in Seeley’s yard along the bus route on Whiterock Avenue. Caitlin Elder, a driver for Mountain Express and RTA, is a big fan of Lian Canty’s art and her most recent bug bus. “She blows me away with the detail, but I wonder why there are no mosquitoes or ticks. That would have been fun.” Drivers don’t get to pick their favorite buses for each shift. Instead, mechanics rotate buses, so a driver might be steering wildflowers or pets one day and mountain bikes or aspen trees the next.


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The 50th Armistice Day reunion, November 1968: Emil Lunk, sitting at Kochevar’s with fellow World War I veterans Frank Hodgeson, Anton Danni, John Panion and Ralph Falsetto. Immigrants from varied backgrounds, the five men were part of five different armies; the latter four fought against Emil Lunk’s German Army. All became part of Crested Butte’s multi-cultural mining community.


THE ART OF WELCOMING Looking back over the decades, Crested Butte could learn from its uneasy history of greeting immigrants and newcomers. By George Sibley Photos by Sandra Cortner

The Community Foundation for the Gunnison Valley has come up with a positive and interesting idea for the valley that counters a top-down national trend: be a welcoming place. And don’t just say, ‘Welcome!’ Instead say it in more than 30 languages – a global array of languages, all spoken by someone who lives and works in the Upper Gunnison valleys. This in a population of only 17,000. Some of these languages are spoken by recent immigrants; others are spoken at home by long-time residents – meaning they or their people immigrated here some time ago, maybe as long as a hundred years ago. The Community Foundation idea at this point is fairly straightforward: it is collecting funds this winter to purchase yard signs with the word ‘Welcome’ in a couple dozen of the languages spoken here. These signs will all be put out on a valley-wide Day of Welcoming around the time of Western Colorado University’s graduation in May, and they’ll stay out for the summer: a sign to visitors, work-seekers and anyone else interested that the valley communities are as diverse as the natural world we’re located in, we’re comfortable with that, and we’ll welcome anyone who feels the same way. It does raise a question in my mind. Has this always been a welcoming place for those not born and raised in the valley – or even in America? A tour through the local cemeteries reveals a lot of names suggesting that international diversity is not a new thing here. Crested Butte’s cemetery especially indicates a history peopled by ‘a majority of minorities,’ and the historical record, both written and oral, reinforces that, especially for the town’s mining era (1880-mid 1950s). But the record also shows that the welcome extended to the successive waves of immigrants during that era was often mixed and ambiguous, and occasionally displaced by outright xenophobia – fear of the stranger, like the fear currently pervasive in the federal government. We are fortunate to have a monograph by Michele Veltri, a Crested Butte native born to Italian immigrants (Benvenuto!), who did a study of the large migration of South Slavic people to Crested Butte in the decades before and after World War I – We Are All Brothers: The Slavic Fraternal Lodges of Crested Butte. He portrays a cultural environment that mostly went to no extremes to either welcome or reject the immigrants that came in waves to work the coal mines. “It is well documented that mass resettlements of longestablished peoples is neither easy nor pleasant,” Veltri wrote, “regardless of what caused them to leave that which had been dear and comfortingly familiar. The universality of ethnocentrism is also manifest. Of the successive arrivals few indeed were welcomed by a Massasoit [Indian leader who welcomed the Pilgrims in 1620] or a Jane Addams.” Ethnocentrism – the tendency to view all human activity through a lens ground by one’s own cultural upbringing – cuts two ways when an immigrant arrives, like Moses in Midian, as a ‘stranger in a strange land.’ Even if immigrants are fleeing from a place in economic, political or environmental chaos (the situation for most immigrants), they will still be looking at the ‘strange land’ through the lens they grew up with and they will find it strange. And those beholding the immigrants will see only ‘strangers’ through their cultural lens, ‘others’ to be watched until some level of familiarity is established. There doesn’t even need to be a sense of conscious cultural superiority on one side or the 65

Michele Veltri studies old fraternal lodge records discovered in Frank and Mary Yelenick’s attic, 1988.

other; ethnocentrism is probably most difficult to overcome when it is unconscious. Veltri’s story of the ‘Yugoslavians’ who came – Croats, Slovenes and other South Slavic people from the Balkans who had been thrown together as Yugoslavia following World War I – indicates that anyone coming “with stomachs after bread,” as one of them put it, was welcomed economically immediately – if they were willing to work cheap. Which most of them were: anything seemed to be better than nothing, until you tried to feed and shelter a family with it. The fabled American melting pot was really more of a pressure cooker that filled from the bottom, offering the newcomers the hardest, dirtiest and most dangerous work that paid the least. That industrial ‘welcome to America’ made it easy for the industrialists to keep wages low; there were always ‘stomachs after bread’ willing to replace striking workers asking for a living wage or just safer working conditions and reasonable hours. The welcome to the social and cultural environment of the community was not so quickly forthcoming. ‘Live and let live’ was the apparent standard, but it could deteriorate into hostility as the number of immigrants increased. Children had to go to school, but there were no English as a Second Language opportunities there; they were as much on their own as were their parents. Some of the earlier Croats or Slovenes were promoted to foremen in the mines to bring the new workers up to speed in their own language, but the mine mules got better care than the workers. The women fell back on village ways to keep food on the table, growing kitchen gardens and feeding a pig scraps all summer for fall butchering and winter meat. Religion got in the way of a welcoming attitude. The earliest 66

The former Croatian Hall on Second Street, 1977.

immigrants to Crested Butte had been mostly Anglo-American prospectors from ‘back east’ (another country to westerners) and immigrants from the British Isles – ‘Cousin Jacks.’ They had been first to work their way out of the melting-pot mines into town businesses or small ranches, and were mostly Anglican or Protestant, while most of the South Slavs and Italians were Roman Catholics – ‘Papists’ – which attracted the unwelcoming attention of the Ku Klux Klan that was powerful in Colorado in the 1920s. Veltri told how the South Slav immigrants and Italians responded to being kept at arm’s length – not in an aggressive way but just as ‘strangers in a strange land.’ They established local lodges of national ethnic fraternal societies that provided modest health and life insurance benefits for members, but perhaps more importantly, gave them a connection with others in the same situation and a tie with their lost Old World heritage. The first of these fraternal lodges in Crested Butte was created in 1894 by Slovene immigrants; the Croats soon followed. When the Italians began to arrive – some of them via railroad work – they also created fraternal lodges. Some ethnic minorities created more than one lodge, either for religious or political differences. Because they were primarily organizations of workers, the issue of whether to support the union movement loomed large in the lodges. As beliefs intensified or moderated, the lodges either split further or combined. All of the lodges walked a tightrope – helping the immigrants assimilate into American society, while at the same time keeping their own language and culture alive as a kind of spiritual refuge. A local lodge might be holding on the same night English classes or citizenship preparation for adults, and native language and homeland history classes for their children. They also showed solidarity in tragedy. When a miner died in a mine accident, Veltri said, “an impressive funeral publicized cohesion in a hostile or, at best, indifferent world. To enhance this display of fraternal solidarity, all the lodges usually marched together, even if the deceased belonged only to one… and for years the combined memberships were able to force the coal mines to suspend operations on a funeral day, for en-masse attendance left hardly anyone but the bosses.” An early breakthrough for the South Slavs came in 1902, when the Croatian St.

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Mary’s Lodge scraped together enough to purchase the old Knights of Pythias hall, which became the Croatian Hall on Second Street (between Sopris and Whiterock avenues). Downstairs was a bar, and they held dances with their own music; they would also rent out the building for other parties, dances and events. Crested Buttians then, as now, enjoyed a good time, and the Croatian Hall became one way that, as Veltri put it, “the South Slavs did weave their members into the fabric of local society”– as much through being true to the community spirit of their native culture as through assimilation. Welcome – and give us some more of that accordion and tambura music. Another immigrant story: Emil Lunk, a German immigrant who arrived in 1927, told me about his Crested Butte welcome. He got here in the fall of that year, just in time to see evidence of the growing American worker solidarity (which was mostly immigrants). It was a march on Elk Avenue as the miners walked out of Big Mine in a regional strike against Colorado Fuel and Iron (CF&I) – not another United Mine Workers strike, but a Wobbly strike, organized by the International Workers of the World (IWW) – the organization that wanted not just concessions from the owners, but the ownership itself of the factors of production. They were striking in this case for the restoration of wages that had been cut, and also for a five-day week with six-hour shifts, and a guaranteed minimum work days per year. Emil Lunk cussed his luck at first, arriving broke at the beginning of a strike with no work available. But he also came with a bandonium, a form of accordion, with which he had entertained the Kaiser’s troops in the Great War, but the music worked as well for the Americans as the Germans. “There were dances and parties practically every night,” he said – fundraisers for the strike as well as morale boosters. “I always had an invitation to play somewhere.” There was no money to pay him, but this was still a village culture that knew how to put up food for the winter, so there was always something to eat and a place to sleep in exchange for the music, which was all there was either way that winter and it was all welcome. A lesson from that history might be that the welcoming process is not a oneway responsibility for the inhabitants to extend to the newcomers; maybe there needs to be a way, some kind of venue, for

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Emil Lunk and his bandonium, 1968.

the newcomers to show the inhabitants the cultural contributions they can bring to the community besides a willingness to work hard for low wages. I think of the annual Summer Fiesta that St. Peter’s Church in Gunnison has started holding, where in addition to some great Mexican food and music, you can also get foods from the rich heritage of the remaining South Slav and Italian descendants. Helping facilitate that kind of moveable feast might be a worthy follow-up to the welcome sign project for our Community Foundation. As a kind of a coda: Emil Lunk got out his bandonium again 40 years after that Wobbly strike, in November 1968, to play some music for the fiftieth Armistice Day reunion of Crested Butte’s World War I veterans. Maybe an indication of the role of patience in getting the welcome right. Gathered for the event – a spaghetti dinner at Starika’s Bar and Restaurant – were Frank Hodgsen, who had fought with the English Army; John Panion, who had fought with a South Slav unit; Ralph Falsetto, who fought with the Italian Army; Italian immigrant Anton Danni, who was part of the American Expeditionary Force – and Emil Lunk, who fought against them all with the German Army until he took a bullet in the leg, not inconceivably from one of other four at the table. A strange gathering from many lands, of strangers no more. Welcome to Crested Butte.


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The last days of autumn at Lake Irwin: Samantha and Daniel Siegfried with kids Skylar and Ayden; John Biro with sons Tucker and Logan.

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ucker and Logan Biro grab a couple of canoes from the shore of Lake Irwin and shove off into the frigid water, although it’s reached its peak summer warmth. Ruby Mountain’s perfect reflection breaks into widening ripples as the boys paddle down the lake. Though only 11 and 7 years old, these toughened mountain children have been taught how to play and survive in the harsh extremes of Irwin. Later, back at the Biro complex, a three-story, off-the-grid log home, the boys show off their menagerie. Aquariums and reptile tanks house the “pets” captured by the curious boys -- two red slider turtles, Frogzilla the bullfrog, snakes, fish and salamanders . On the upstairs deck lives a young duckling, rescued from the highway. It’s summer and the living is easy, but winter is always looming at 10,000 feet elevation, where it arrives much earlier and lasts much longer than in town. Winter is made harsher by the fact that eight miles of Kebler Road between Crested Butte and the Irwin townsite is closed after Thanksgiving snows blanket the land. Then the only access is via snowmobiles, snowcats or converted track vehicles, which takes getting the kids to school to an entirely different level. John Biro moved to Irwin for work in 1976. “I was a good hippie working on an organic farm in Paonia,” he says, when he heard that the Amax mining company was hiring in Crested Butte. Since he had worked on drilling rigs for coal exploration, he was hired. He bought property in Irwin, built and sold a house, then built his current house

in what he calls a barren wasteland. Back then, Irwin had essentially no population. Most of the buildings that had housed the silver mining camp’s 5,000 residents in the late 1800s had been moved down to Crested Butte or had succumbed to the Irwin winters after silver was demonetized in the 1890s and the town emptied out. Biro’s sons, Tucker and Logan, have lived their entire lives in Irwin. Life here is challenging for a single dad living off the grid and steeped in winter most of the year. Biro claims the boys have been adept at starting and driving their own snowmobiles (sleds) since they were five years old; should anything happen to him, the boys would be able to get help. At two years of age, Tucker had a tiny Kitty Cat snowmobile. Last winter, they rode triple to school, Biro having installed an extra seat on his sled to accommodate the whole family. It was a hellacious year for deep snows, and the cloudy, windy and frigid weather made riding difficult and dangerous. Some days he kept the kids home because of high avalanche danger. “I’ve seen it slide everywhere from my house to Coal Creek Condos in town over the 40 years I’ve lived up here,” Biro says. “Your kid gets hurt skiing or biking, that’s one thing, but you make a bad decision and get your kid killed in an avalanche….” Last winter, the unthinkable almost happened. “Tucker almost died in a roof slide up here. It was a Friday with scary conditions, and I had emailed the school to say avalanche danger was too high to 71

bring the kids in.” As the weather lightened that afternoon, the kids went outside, and then Biro heard the roof slide. A 15 x 10-foot debris field covered the area where Tucker had been. “I started digging like a madman. He was about two feet down, spread eagle, but he had been trained to make an air pocket and was breathing through the arm of his coat.” After Biro finally got him dug out, Tucker, unharmed, crawled over the snow back into the house and filled himself a hot bath. He later told his father, “I did think about my funeral.” Tucker says that after the avalanche, “Snow is my worst enemy ever.” During the day, the Biro boys snowmobile, ski, and make and destroy snowmen. Tucker loves the summers in Irwin, “but not the winters. I liked snow more before the snow slide. I’d rather be somewhere along a beach,” although he admits that he’s never been on a beach. Logan, on the other hand, thinks Irwin winters are fun. “I like to snowboard down the hill behind the house, and I have my own snowmobile. But sometimes we get bored.” He confesses he might rather be in Grand Junction in the winter. Biro tries to get the kids “somewhere warm and civilized at least once a month -- Paonia, Glenwood Hot Springs, Grand Junction, the Dinosaur Museum, Nature Museum, watch the planes take off from the airport, go to the train station. These kids do more than most, and it’s for my mental health as well.” He laughs but acknowledges, “Last winter sucked.” Biro isn’t a young dad, and he needs serious back surgery. Snowmobiling jounces his spine. He thinks he could spend another winter in Irwin if he has to, and there’s always home schooling, but he’s searching for an alternative living arrangement. “I’m glad the kids still think shoveling is fun. Every year around February I always say that no one in their right mind should live in Irwin in December, January and February. But there’s no way to be depressed with these two kids around. They wake up happy, fighting and jumping off the porch into the deep powder.”

John Biro pushes his son’s stroller atop five feet of snow.

Skylar and Ayden Siegfried with the family hens.


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The Biro and Siegfried kids at Lake Irwin…before it froze.

Tucker Biro, age three, powering his Kitty Kat snowmobile.

Beside the house in a small, treed ravine is a secret arched doorway leading to a fantastical world he’s created: tiny houses, tchotchkes and trinkets, a fairy-sized swing and furniture, and moss-covered villages composed in flower pots, all arranged in separate nooks in about five square feet of woods. Surely fairies actually live here. Samantha and Daniel Siegfried moved from Maryland, Samantha having spent her vacations in Crested Butte from the time she was six months old. “When we were first married we had a little farm with chickens and goats in Maryland,” Samatha says. She held a highpaying job at the National Cancer Institute, and Daniel worked as a bike mechanic. But they wanted a wholesome place to raise their kids. Daniel moved to Crested Butte sight unseen, having heard so much about it from Samantha. In 2014 they rented a house in Irwin, in the midst of Crested Butte’s housing shortage. After experimenting with the Irwin lifestyle while the kids were still very young, they bought the home a few years later. Their house is well insulated, and even though there are high cathedral ceilings with a third-story loft and bedrooms, it’s cozy and homey. Heat comes from a large wood-burning stove centrally placed in the open living area of the second floor. A small propane heater in the ground floor entry keeps the water lines from freezing, but they have occasionally awakened to 36 degrees in the house. In the dead of winter, the house might hover around 50 degrees, but they smile; you get used to it. The Siegfrieds try to be ready for winter by Halloween, filling the propane tanks, gathering firewood and tuning up the vehicles. Last year the winter lasted so long, they went through all 1,000 gallons of their propane, and Daniel had to haul tanks up on his snowmobile so they could cook and shower. Their composting toilet in the basement eventually churns out rich compost. Like all the houses in Irwin, their lights run off solar panels hoisted high above the snow, which often covers the second story deck. But things do break down, from household mechanics to vehicles, especially with daily use in harsh conditions. Luckily, mechanic Daniel can fix almost anything. Articulate little Skylar says, “It can be very intense, all that snow, riding in the rocket pod.” The “rocket pod” is an enclosed chariot sled pulled behind the snowmobile, which is the fastest way to get the kids to school. The converted Suzuki Sidekick, a four-wheel-drive car Daniel converted to a sort of mini snowcat, is slow but perhaps safer, especially in arctic temperatures, because it’s more solidly enclosed




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and has heat. As long as you have gas, you can survive in it if you get stuck and have to spend the night. Skylar tells of having “super fun because my dad made us a sled track.” Daniel used his snowmobile to carve a luge run for the kids and sent them flying down on saucers. In addition to building snow caves and drinking lots of hot chocolate, the kids have grown adept at pelting their dad with snowballs, a favorite activity. Daniel converted a dirt bike into a snowbike for Ayden and built an impressive skateboard ramp in the basement, where they watch movies and hang out when deep winter sets in. Winters are definitely intense. The Siegfrieds have seen avalanches run and have ridden over them to get home. When the midwinter sun sets so early, it’s a dark ride home after work and school. ”I’ve found Sam on the side of the trail in the snow car with her flashers on. Everything breaks; there’s a lot of maintenance,” Daniel states matter-of-factly. “Sometimes there’d be four of us on one sled, because it would be the only sled working. The first time we broke down on a sled, I could tell it really scared the kids, but they’ve learned to deal with it,” Samantha

says. “Every family deals with stuff. Raising kids is difficult.” Daniel adds, “It’s just a little harder when you can’t just drive home.” The Siegfrieds use a GPS phone attachment to communicate, using Bluetooth to text each other. The equipment is essential, Samantha says, “but you also have to have rules. You don’t want to travel after a certain time because you know no one is coming behind you.” They check in with each other when leaving the house and arriving in town and repeat the procedure for the trip home. Everyone in Irwin has backcountry access radios, so they talk to each other when home. Now, they also have high-speed Internet, thanks to Eleven, the resort group that put in a tower. The first person arriving in town can email road conditions back to the house. They can also check avalanche conditions through the Crested Butte Avalanche Center’s website each morning. “I don’t risk taking the kids in or going to town. You can forecast avalanche danger, but you can’t control the people above and around you, and that’s my worry.” Samantha refers to inexperienced snowmobilers who cut across the hillsides, which can trigger avalanches

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a hill overlooking the Siegfrieds’ house and the rest of the valley, with the Ruby Range looming just beyond their deck, Trea, Mandy and Vinnie Sciortino are preparing to spend their first full winter in Irwin. Vinnie, 11, has been coming to the Irwin house with his parents during the summers and for winter visits since they bought the place four years ago. They decided to move here full time because, Mandy feels, “Town’s getting a little crazy. It’s nice to get away from it. We’ve been coming up every

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weekend in the winter, so we kind of know what we’re getting into.” In preparation, they added a few electrical outlets so they can have more lights and a clothes dryer. They have both a well and a spring for water. Two massive propane tanks fuel their cooking and a heater fires up the hot tub. Their toilet actually flushes. The electric baseboard heat runs off solar, which also lights the house, and they added more solar panels to the garage. To transport Vinnie to sixth grade, they have a Razor, an enclosed ATV vehicle that they’ve put tracks on, like a tiny snow cat. After four years of weekend test runs, they’re ready for prime time winter. “Internet changes the game, because we can look at the weather and communicate, which we couldn’t do before,” Mandy says. “It takes 20 minutes to get to the trailhead in the Razor. The snowmobile is faster, and I’ll take that if it’s not snowing.” Most Irwinites agree that winter travel is easier now, with Eleven tracking out the trail, bringing ski clients in by snowcat. Vinnie has time after school to hang out with friends when Mandy teaches piano. He’s a better snowmobiler than his mom, she says, and he’s excited about moving to Irwin full time. Mandy and Trea have lived in the valley for 21 years. Since moving to Irwin, they’ve rented their house in Crested Butte to locals, providing more scarce long-term housing. Living all winter in Irwin might become more chore than thrill, but for now they’re confident it’s exactly what they want. The survival credo of Irwin is helping and watching out for each other. Biro never locks his door because “having an open door saves lives. I’ve had people wreck their snowmobiles and they can’t walk home in the deep snow, broken legs, shit happens up here. There’s an Irwin saying: if you feel good enough to go to the hospital, you didn’t really need to go.” He grins. Irwin families are a toughened clan (“Your skin gets thicker, and you grow more hair,” Daniel jokes). The kids have learned skills most children never have to think about. Biro says, “My kids live in a Disney movie.” He’s right; it’s the reality version of “The Wilderness Family,” which was filmed in Irwin in 1975. “I’m raising them the way I wanted to be raised,” Biro reflects. Samantha says, “If it were easy, everyone would want to live here. It’s amazing.” Then she laughs. “It’s hard to know how it will play out with our kids, whether they’ll love it or need therapy one day.”




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Elevating kindness

How Namkha Sherpa and the Crested Butte community have touched lives on the far side of the world. By Karen Janssen

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“How can I be happy when my village is sad?” responded Namkha Sherpa when his friend Ian Hatchett offered to help him rebuild his Nepalese home after an earthquake in 2015. That devastating earthquake largely destroyed Namkha’s village of Chepplung, including the house where his wife and two children lived. But rather than accept his friend’s help for his own troubles, “Namkha’s concern went out to all who had suffered,” Ian said. “His universal empathy inspired me to try to help this one small place on the planet.” Ian, a long-time Crested Butte local, and Namkha, who lives and works in the Crested Butte area when he’s not with his family in Nepal, gathered a team of willing helpers. By creating a GoFundMe site, as well as a small informational booklet that accompanied donation boxes throughout Crested Butte, the team raised $20,000. Ian’s size-13 mountaineering boots (that had actually passed through Chepplung on Ian’s expedition to the area years before) made numerous guest appearances around town, serving as roomy donation boxes at slide shows and fundraisers.

Much of the money was eventually doled out in 10,000-rupee increments (about $85) to 125 households. Namkha and the mayor of Chepplung kept meticulous records, having recipients sign or thumbprint a ledger. Some funds were also used to purchase supplies for schoolchildren who lived a three-day trek down valley. Since they were members of the under-privileged Rai ethnic group (different from the Sherpas of his heritage), Namkha hoped they would be inspired to continue their education despite the massive losses they’d suffered. Also at this critical time, with the assistance of the Crested Butte community and Irwin Guides/Eleven Experience, Namkha collected numerous duffel bags full of clothing, including 280 high-quality jackets. “Eleven” company logos now abound in this corner of Nepal! Namkha Sherpa has lived an elevated life, in many aspects of the word. The Khumbu Pasanglhamu region of Nepal, where he was born, is the highest land on earth, with elevations ranging from 6,200 to 29,035 feet. Chepplung, Namkha’s home village, lies on the route to Namche Bazar, a


Clockwise from upper left: Namkha Sherpa painting in Gunnison; Nepal earthquake survivors thanking Namkha, Ian Hatchett and Crested Butte; Namkha meeting with recipients of the wheelchairs he helped provide – and offering aid to earthquake victims.

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famous stopping point on the way to Mount Everest. His uncle, Chungba Sherpa, had come to Colorado to work as a mountain guide, and eventually Namkha came to visit. Though his first trip in 2007 ended in homesickness for his family and country, he came back to work in Crested Butte in 2008 and realized he felt at home here at 8,890 feet. “It seemed like I was in Nepal… nice people, nice community!” It has been his second home ever since. It hasn’t always been easy. Namkha didn’t return home to Nepal for eight years after he arrived in 2008, and he has only been back four times. He didn’t meet his first son, Chimi Namgyal, until the youngster was eight years old (he is now twelve). Finjo, his 84

youngest son, was nine months old when Namkha first held him. Visa complications were a part of the struggle, but since those were straightened out in 2018, it’s been easier for him to return to be with his family, and to continue the humanitarian work he feels so strongly about. Elevated also means ‘exalted or noble; elated; joyful,’ and though he is too humble to say so, Namkha embodies those adjectives. Early in his life he realized that social service was a passion, and he has lived his life accordingly. “One person can make a big change,” stated Namkha, and his work has proven that. Here’s one example. Last year Namkha was visiting his homeland, staying at a

friend’s place in Kathmandu. At 6:00 a.m. he heard a knock on the door. He opened it to find a young man he’d never seen before. The homeless man explained that he suffered from kidney disease, and his family had thrown him out of the house. He had heard that perhaps Namkha could help. Many people would have quickly closed the door. But “people trust me,” said Namkha, and because of that he was able to raise enough money from his Nepalese friends for the young man to have dialysis and eventually a new kidney. It’s been an interesting journey for this boy born in a small Nepalese village. Namkha spent his youth in the Solukhumbu, helping his family farm their plots of land

and attending the local school that Edmund Hillary built. (Namkha even met the famed mountaineer one time, when Hillary was staining some wood on their school. Never having seen anyone do such a thing, a pack of curious boys, including Namkha, went up to touch the colored wood, much to Hillary’s dismay.) An important tenet of the school was English instruction, and with that skill Namkha became a porter at age 13 and eventually a local guide. The job provided an important opportunity to help his parents and two younger sisters, as well as meet a wide range of people. On one trip he connected with a kind gentleman from Germany who served as a professor of music at Kathmandu University. Their friendship changed the course of Namkha’s life. GertMatthias Wegner brought him to Europe for an eye-opening visit when he was 16, and Namkha ended up working for him for 12 years. “He taught me many things about how to be a good person,” Namkha said. Namkha married Pema Doma Sherpa when he was 20, and they soon had a daughter, Chhiring Dolkar Sherpa. Her birth was difficult, and she was born disabled. This was another life-changing event for Namkha, for it opened his eyes to the plight of an ignored Nepalese subculture. “Animals have a better life in the U.S. than disabled children in a Third World country,” said Namkha. If a child is a drain on a family, he or she might be left on the street. A dream began to take form: Namkha would do something for those kids. He had already helped organize Red Cross blood drives and other social services, but after Chhiring’s birth, his focus shifted. Not only was it imperative that he support his wife and daughter financially; he also wanted to help other children with similar circumstances. After Chhiring passed away in 2016, Namkha’s resolve strengthened: “Though I hold many sorrows from losing my daughter, she has inspired me to carry on these deeds.” One of those deeds was a wheelchair project that dramatically impacted some individual’s lives. Namkha located quality, low-cost wheelchairs in India and so far has imported 27 chairs that have been distributed among the needy in western Nepal. One man with cerebral palsy had mostly been confined to lying on the floor for 30 years; his wheelchair (which cost $250) gave him his first taste of freedom. With several altruistic successes,

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Namkha set his sights even higher (elevate: ‘to increase something, to raise somebody’s mind or spirit’). Through a friend, Namkha learned of an organization helping mentally and physically handicapped children in Dhankuta, a remote town in eastern Nepal. Last year he visited the site and was touched by the difficult conditions in which the residents lived. He decided he would build a wheelchair-accessible structure to accommodate 20 girls and 15 boys, with both a school and dormitory on site. He researched the project and found that for $25,000 his dream could come true. A Sherpa friend who had built a similar school helped with the plans, and construction has now started. Namkha has donated to the project 20% of his earnings from his numerous jobs as a painter and restaurant worker in Crested Butte and Gunnison. Donations have also flowed in from this community. The school was designed with a modular concept, so amenities can be added depending on how much money is raised. Namkha particularly credited Tom Scoville, a kind and generous Crested Butte man who has supported Namkha’s work from the start. “Tom has been such a wonderful friend, not just to me, but to so many in Nepal. I am so very thankful to him and to all my friends in Crested Butte who have helped me in every possible way,” Namkha said. The Dhankuta children will soon be living in a space beyond their wildest imaginings, with a covered outdoor recreation area, new classrooms and accessible washroom and toilet facilities. With government corruption rampant in Nepal, teachers are historically underfunded and in short supply. A patron in Germany paid the Dhankuta teacher’s $400 salary last year, and Namkha has committed to paying this year. Living in our mountain hamlet of Crested Butte has been compared to living in a bubble. We are remote and privileged, and it’s easy to hide out in paradise. But it’s also increasingly easy to reach out and foster relationships with other parts of the world. Namkha, with his kind and humble ways, has linked one mountain village to another. “I learned from my daughter,” he said, “and I hope others can learn from me. I hope to inspire others to do good things.”


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For many, “Sherpa” has become a general term referring to almost any guide or climbing supporter hired for mountaineering expeditions in the Himalayas, regardless of his or her ethnicity. But in reality, the Sherpa people are a specific ethnic group that began to migrate from eastern Tibet to the high Himalayan Solukhumbu region in the 15th century, making a living for many centuries as traders, herders and farmers. Though westerners pronounce their name Sherpa, they call themselves Sharwa, derived from shar (meaning east) and wa (meaning people). The Sherpa language is passed along orally; there is no written form. Typically living in close-knit mountain communities, most Nepalese Sherpas are Buddhists, and all belong to one of 18 patriarchal clans, each with its own clan name. According to records, up until the 1960s these people didn’t even use surnames, as community members simply knew and recognized what clan each person was from. However, at that time the Nepalese government performed a census. When the spot for surname was left unfilled, the government, in typical bureaucratic fashion, decided that anyone who looked or acted like a Sherpa would be given that surname. The Sherpas traditionally treated the mountains as sacred and thus didn’t climb them, but beginning with the British expeditions in the early 20th century, survey and porter work became available. Eventually the respect and pay earned in mountaineering made it attractive to the Sherpas, whose physiology over time has developed to thrive at high altitude. However, not all Sherpa people are employed as sherpas, and not all those employed as sherpas are Sherpa! Though the Sherpas comprise only 2% of Nepal’s total population, many are highly regarded as elite mountaineers and guides.

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The meteoric story of the Pioneer Ski Area, 1939-52: a product of ski mania, ingenuity and recycled mining parts. By Brian Levine // Photos from Rial Lake Collection

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Audra Fordham was obsessed with everything winter. And why not? It was 1936. Ski clubs were forming throughout the U.S. Sun Valley Ski Resort had just opened in Idaho. Averell Harriman, the skiing son of railroad magnate E. H. Harriman, was the inspiration behind this concept, originally intended to increase tourism on Union Pacific trains. Skiers in the American West were enthralled. Then in the fourth Winter Olympics, held in Garmisch, Germany, American skiers competed in downhill events for the first time. Atop all that, the first issue of Alf Nydin’s Ski Magazine had arrived in the post. At the time, the Fordham family lived in Aspen, Colorado. And even though Depression hung like a damp inversion over the old silver mining camp, there was still enough innovation about to make something good of the snow. Ardent members of the newly formed Roaring Fork Winter Sports Club, along with ski legends Andre Roche and Gunther Langes, Olympic bobsledder Bill Fiske and capitalist Ted Ryan, were mapping Aspen Highlands for a ski area. The Highlands Lodge was nearing completion. A

boat tow was operating at the base of Aspen Mountain. And people like Gary Cooper and Ernest Hemingway were already showing up on the slopes. No wonder Audra couldn’t absorb enough of the new ski mania. On the Fordhams’ wood-clad Zenith radio, Lowell Thomas’ booming voice broadcast details of Olympic medals won by German skiers and Norwegian ski jumpers. The American racers – Helen BoughtonLeigh, Mary Bird and Dick Durrance – didn’t place; but for Audra, that didn’t matter. At least the Americans were racing. That was her dream, to race professionally, and the dream felt closer with Aspen getting a ski area. She was in the right place at the right time! Ski mania had been growing, modestly, for some time. In 1908, a mechanized ski tow dragged skiers uphill at Schwarzwald, Germany. In 1915, the Howelson Hill Ski Area opened near Steamboat, Colorado. In 1920, Lake Placid hired the first paid U.S. ski instructor. Soon celebrities like Nelson Rockefeller were seen taking ski lessons. In 1937, the first mechanized American chair lift started rolling in Belknap, New Hampshire. That same year, Dick Durrance won the first

Harriman Cup at Sun Valley. Audra Fordham, just 11 years old, caught the ski bug through Lowell Thomas’ newscasts. Momentum kept building in 1938: a mechanized chair lift opened in Utah, a rope tow in California, aerial trams in New Hampshire. Colorado’s Loveland Ski Area celebrated its second season. And then, one snowy day, Arthur Fordham told his family he’d accepted the position of president of the Gunnison Bank and Trust Company – in Gunnison, Colorado, far from any known ski area. Audra’s aspirations melted like a late-spring snowstorm. Housing for the Fordhams on the southwest side of the Elk Mountains was problematic. After days of searching, they headed north, up valley toward Crested Butte. Finally, they settled on a log cabin in the Pioneer Resort, near the bonnie banks of Cement Creek. Dick and Lorrie Stickney owned and managed the resort, 22 miles from Gunnison, at the base of Cement Mountain. The Stickneys proved invaluable, adapting the Fordhams’ new home as well as introducing 89

Bird’s-eye panorama of the Pioneer Ski Area, circa 1940. Left to right: Milky Way rope-tow and practice slope; Big Dipper; Comet chair lift; Little Dipper; service road and ski run.

them to the locals and the valley’s amenities. The Pioneer Resort was a little more than two miles from the Denver & Rio Grande Railroad’s Glacier Station along Cement Creek, but Audra felt isolated in the wilderness. As she gazed about the close, surrounding mountains, she wondered if she’d ever ski again, have friends or get reception on her Zenith radio. She kept herself occupied with hiking, horseback riding and fishing; but winter approached and that old damp inversion filled the sky. That is, until Art and Ellen Fordham joined the newly formed Gunnison Valley Ski Club. There, the Fordhams met others who shared their skiing passion, like Rial Lake, a newspaper photographer; Chuck Sweitzer, owner of the Standard Oil distribution franchise; Wes McDermott, who had the Buick dealership in Gunnison; and Louis Miller of the Miller Furniture Store. That cold inversion turned to snow. And even Lowell Thomas could be heard on the Fordhams’ art deco radio, on occasion. The club organized day trips, like one from Gunnison to the top of Marshall Pass via the Denver & Rio Grande Railway. Energetic skiers were able to get in several 90

runs through trees and astounding powder before taking the train back home. There were also excursions to the base of Monarch Pass, where, after skinning up the mountain, skiers once again made their way through tall trees and deep powder. Other days brought easier runs on Cupola Hill behind Western State College. But the winter of ’38 did more than introduce the Fordhams to the Gunnison community; it also revealed the exceptional ski area possibilities of Cement Mountain, above the Pioneer Resort. At least, that’s what Audra Fordham hoped. It turned out that the Gunnison Valley Ski Club was looking for a place to start its own resort – one that was north facing, retained significant amounts of snow, and boasted slopes steep enough to challenge even the most advanced skier. How elated Audra must have felt as Rial Lake and Chuck Sweitzer pursued exploratory work on Cement Mountain. Soon, crews marked slopes, surveyed a lift line and laid out facilities. As June 1939 approached, the club submitted plans to the Forest Service, resulting in a lease agreement. Not long after, the hard work began. The Gunnison Club had little in the way

of finances, so work was done by volunteers and U.S. Government W.P.A. workers. The Forest Service assisted in road construction and tree removal. That summer, three slopes – the Big Dipper, Little Dipper and Milky Way – were cleared of trees, rocks and other obstacles. The Milky Way, a practice slope to the east of the main lift line, was 700 feet long with an 80-foot vertical drop. It was accessed by a rope tow. To the far west, and built off the newly graded, wide-curving service road, was the Little Dipper. It was an intermediate run 7,900 feet long with a 1,300-foot vertical drop. The advanced slope, the Big Dipper, just to the left of the steep lift line, was 8,000 feet long with a 2,000-foot vertical drop. Names came from the night sky visible above Cement Mountain. Young Audra Fordham was so excited she wanted Lowell Thomas to broadcast the news of the Pioneer Ski Area to the whole country. But a significant problem arose – the main ski lift. Due to its proposed length and vertical drop, a rope tow was deemed insufficient. After long consideration, Wes McDermott traveled to Alta, Utah, to inspect that ski resort’s recently installed chair lift. What impressed him most was that the chair lift

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had been assembled from abandoned mining hoists and aerial tramways. Mine signal bells went off in McDermott’s head. Pioneer could do the same. With this revelation, Rial Lake and Chuck Sweitzer reviewed possibilities. Soon they located a resource: the Blistered Horn Mine on Cumberland Pass, high in the Tin Cup Mining District. That old silver and gold mine was just waiting to be harvested. It had been closed for nearly two decades, but its Swiss owner had maintained the property, waiting for mining innovation to once again make the mine prosperous. Hoist, headframe, aerial tram, ore buckets – the Blistered Horn had everything necessary to restart mining operations, and in admirable nick. Club members contacted the Swiss company and purchased the equipment. Next major challenge: disassembling the hoist and tram, then transporting the parts over 50 miles of harrowing mountain roads. The inventory included more than 3,000 feet of 1 1/4-inch interwoven steel cable, 11 12x12 cedar towers, 80 aerial tram buckets, a mine hoist, an enormous sheave wheel and other heavy cast-iron pieces. Determined

and undaunted, Sweitzer, Lake, McDermott, Miller, Fordham, John Knowles, Ronald Hume, Merv Aude, Paul Wright and others discussed, surveyed, planned and then simply carried on. Old army-surplus, four-wheeldrive trucks and mountain-man logic were employed. And despite a few near-devastating accidents, the necessary equipment arrived on site. Clarence Tombling, a local jeweler with a mining background, managed the splicing of the steel cable. The single-person ski chairs were fashioned in McDermott’s automobile shop. McDermott’s auto mechanics installed the 400-horsepower Waukesha Motor Company engine at Pioneer’s base area. Sweitzer helped set up the engine’s diesel fuel system. Everyone pitched in to reassemble the cedar towers and set the smaller tram wheels. Work progressed day and night. By the fall of 1939, significant work remained: achieving the correct cable tension on the chair lift; completing the wood-seated, steel-framed chairs; and final remodeling on the Pioneer Lodge and cabins. The Forest Service was concerned about the safety of the chair lift, as it was at least three feet above

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GUNNISON. The Gunnison Pioneer Ski Area Is Open and the 3,000-foot Chair Lift Is Operating. Chalet and Shelter House Accommodations – Professional Instruction.” The Comet opened with 28 chairs. Ski area hours were about 9 a.m. to 4:30 p.m. Riding the chair lift cost the public $1 per day; Gunnison Valley Ski Club members, 50 cents. Season tickets were $30 a season. Club membership cost $3 a year. On March 10, 1940, 350 people joined the opening celebration. The Wellington Ski School became the Pioneer’s official instruction hub. There, Dick Wellington employed the Arlberg Technique: a snowplow-to-carving teaching method developed by Hannes Schneider in Austria. The instruction was designed to quickly get novices from skiing slopes like the Milky Way to those like the Little Dipper. The Stickneys managed the ski school from the Pioneer Lodge, with lessons given daily. The Stickneys also rented cabins for fervent skiers who wanted to stay longer than a day. The overall ski experience was so positive that on February 10-11, 1940, the Pioneer held its first ski competition, with downhill and slalom events sponsored by the Gunnison

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Valley Ski Club. The club invited nationally known professionals, and many, such as NCAA downhill champion Dick Mitchell, grabbed the invitation, as did international ski instructor E. Wolf. At another alpine meet in February 1941, a young Barbara Kidders – later to be inducted into the National Ski and Snowboard Hall of Fame – set records for both the women’s slalom and downhill. Audra Fordham couldn’t have been more envious. Other skiing notables arrived, like John Rhaum, Bud Barwise, Bob Cable, Bud Anderson and Dudley Smith. The Pioneer Ski Area successfully operated from December 1939 through April 1942. At end of the 1942 season, the Pioneer Ski Area closed due to the United States entering World War II. After a four-year hiatus, the Comet chair lift ran again, and once more the resort sponsored public skiing and regional events. In 1948, Crosby Perry-Smith, winner of a National Ski Jumping Championship at 14, Cliff Taylor, Paul Wegman, Gerald Groswold and others organized the first men’s ski team at Western State College, using Pioneer for their practice. A year later, Sven Wiik – who would be instrumental in placing a number of athletes on the U.S. Olympic Ski Team – became the men’s ski coach at Western. The Pioneer area grew in stature. However, the arrival of skiers like Wiik, Groswold and Perry-Smith was actually a death knell. The problem: Pioneer’s ski jump area wasn’t up to national-qualifier standards. The jump was too small and the landing too close to Cement Creek, and it couldn’t safely be expanded. Western sought out another suitable ski area and in 1952 chose Rozman Hill, four miles north of Pioneer along Highway 135, at the base of Wheatstone (now known as Whetstone) Mountain. As for the Comet chair lift and engine, they were purchased by Thomas Berry and moved – cable, towers and sheave wheel – to Monarch Pass, where his new ski area was under construction. Thus the Pioneer dream, like the Blistered Horn Mine, was disassembled and relocated. Meanwhile, Sun Valley thrived, so Averell Harriman became even richer. Lowell Thomas and Dick Durrance teamed up for television (High Adventure) and film (Cinerama) projects. And feisty Audra Fordham – she became a professional skier. Credits also due: Paul and Kathy Hooge; Shelley Popke and Nel Burkett and the Crested Butte Mountain Heritage Museum; Chuck and Mary Sweitzer; Rial Lake Photograph Collection.

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These two couples wanted memorable weddings… so they clicked into their bindings before they tied the knot. By Janet Weil

Crested Butte provides an amazingly romantic destination-wedding site in any season. Although many couples prefer summer’s brilliant wildflowers, bluebird skies and mountain vistas, others choose the dreamy winterscape, to declare “I do!” amid snow-laden pines climbing the mountainsides, cloud-puffed powder and crunchy snow beneath their boots. These two couples launched their wedded lives on skis – the Hommels by getting married on the ski slopes, the McLeods by Nordic skiing with their guests to a “backcountry Bohemian chic” rehearsal dinner/poker party at the Yurt.

SKIING TO THEIR “HAPPILY EVER AFTER” Sydney Schneider and Garret Hommel not only wanted to have a snowy winter wedding on Mt. Crested Butte, but they also wanted to ski down the aisle with their wedding party and pronounce their vows outdoors. Sydney and Garret both grew up on skis and snowboards, and during their courtship they spent many of their weekends together skiing. They met on the dating app Tinder


when Garret invited Sydney to a charity cocktail party on a bridge overlooking the Platte River in downtown Denver. They’ve been nearly inseparable since that starstudded night. Since Sydney was ten years old, she has been skiing Crested Butte, coming from Houston to her family’s condo during the summer months, Christmas holidays and spring breaks. She introduced Garret to Crested Butte shortly after they started dating, and for the last five years, they’ve often come to town for long weekends from their home in Littleton. One of their favorite places to get a drink and hang out on the mountain is Uley’s Cabin. “Skiing down the aisle was initially Garret’s idea. Before we were even engaged, he decided it was something we absolutely had to do. As long as the wedding was in my favorite place, I was up for trying anything,” said Sydney. Their wedding took place in late March, on a sunny day with the temperature hovering around 40 degrees. The guests were chilly but excited after a sleigh ride behind a snowcat to Uley’s Cabin. With her adrenaline

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Kate and Justin McLeod, Nordic skiing in designer duds to their rehearsal dinner/poker party at the Yurt.

both of them. During the cocktail hour, a guitarist entertained while the fire blazed. The stars danced, along with the guests under a dazzling sky. There were s’mores and other treats around the fire, together with grilled cheese sandwiches and hot soup to help guests stay warm on the sleigh ride down the mountain. Garret and his groomsmen decided to ski down to the base. The planning of this grand event was challenging, but Sydney and Garret are adventurous spirits and wanted a Stephanie Williams unique winter wedding that reflected who they are. They agreed, “Skiing down the aisle was a fitting way to start our pumping, Sydney actually felt hot. new chapter together. We would absolutely, As the ceremony approached, a few of with no hesitation, do it again. It certainly the bridesmaids began doubting whether isn’t for everyone, but if you’re passionate they could actually ski in long dresses. It about skiing, then go for it. Our guests had had sounded like a fairy tale adventure a fantastic experience as well. We could not when Sydney explained the logistics to them ask for a more epic and memorable wedding months before. The route wasn’t difficult, but ski in a long dress? The bridesmaids rode experience!” the lift in apprehension, but once their boots were locked in, the laughter and fun began. “BACKCOUNTRY CHIC” VIA SKINNY SKIS Sydney smiled as she remembered, “We Kate and Justin McLeod, a couple from skied off into the trees to get a few action Brooklyn, fell in love in college, but shots, and as I took a quick turn, I skied over eventually their relationship fell apart. They my dress and completely wiped out! I am went their separate ways, and Kate started happy to report the spill was indeed caught a new life. She travelled around Europe on camera. My face was priceless!” and met a man. They dated, fell in love and For the ceremony, snowmobiles took the planned their wedding. Although Justin wedding party to the top of the hill above periodically reached out to Kate over their Uley’s Cabin. This section of the Twister run eight-year separation, she was not interested became their ‘aisle.’ in renewing the relationship. Finally, with the “Garret skied down the aisle first, wedding only two months away, Kate agreed followed by each pair of groomsmen and to talk with Justin. He flew to Zurich to meet bridesmaids, ending with my dad and me her and, at that moment, her heart opened to skiing down together in coordinated turns. him. She knew he was her true soul mate, the Once we got to the bottom, we unclipped love of her life. She called off her wedding. and walked the rest of the aisle in our Justin’s dad owned a house in Crested boots,” Sydney explained. As they walked, Butte, and Justin had been visiting the Butte she held onto her dad’s arm while he clasped for years. He shared his love for this paradise her hand in his as they approached the altar. with Kate. After coming home from Zurich, Garret’s Grandpa Jeffrey officiated, the first place they went to hide out and which created a very special moment for reconnect was Crested Butte. She was hooked 98

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on the funky little ski town at the end of the road. One starry night, they were skiing the Nordic trails. Justin suggested they ski to the Yurt. Surprised to find it open with a torch burning near the entrance, Kate ventured inside. Hot chocolate and a plate of strawberries waited. Justin got down on his knee and asked Kate to marry him. They decided to marry in Crested Butte, and these two free spirits felt strongly about having a “genuinely authentic Crested Butte” winter wedding. They wanted an unconventional and extraordinary celebration. As they began planning their wedding, they knew they wanted their rehearsal dinner to be fun and untraditional. So the four-day wedding festivities included a Friday night Nordic ski to a pokerparty dinner at the Yurt, a snowbound, canvas-sided cabin among the trees on the Nordic trail system. Kate called it “our backcountry Bohemian chic” event. Their 40 guests were outfitted at the Nordic Center with skis, poles and boots, then shuttled to the closest trailhead. There, they clipped into their skis and followed the tiki torches illuminating the trail to the Yurt. For many of Kate’s and Justin’s East Coast friends, this was not only their first time on skis, but also their first time being in the Rocky Mountains. Kate, in her one-of-a-kind Oscar De La Renta dress, and Justin, in his velvet jacket and feather bow tie, skied under a tunnel of sparklers held high by their guests and led the way into the Yurt. Inside were two poker tables, dealers waiting with customized poker chips and a bank ready to distribute cash. The tables were set with white linens, china, crystal and artful floral arrangements. There was the Sidecar Bar serving old-school cocktails, Les Choy playing gypsy jazz, wonderful appetizers and an amazing cake to feast on. The guests abided by their 10 p.m. curfew and, despite the cocktails, they skied back out to the trailhead without mishap. The only glitch was when one of the guests fell on the trail and flung out his ski pole. The pole went through Justin’s jeans and punctured his leg, ultimately leaving a scar, a reminder of the unforgettable evening. Their guests still tell stories of that “genuinely authentic Crested Butte” wedding celebration – outrageous mixed with a little crazy.




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WINTER SUNDAYS By Leath Tonino Over the past two winters, I’ve glided my

way into a lovely habit, a weekly practice of

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and also its mood — via the simplest of means. I load a backpack with puffy jacket, can or two of dark beer, notepad and pencil. I lace the boots and click on the much-used, much-abused Nordic skis. I push out Slate River Valley, against the force of a blizzard, the gorgeous sunshine, whatever’s happening that given Sunday afternoon. Usually, I make it about four miles before my cardiovascular ambitions give way to the urge to plop down, pull on the puffy, crack a beverage and scribble a handful of poems. Depending on the weekend, alpenglow saturates the high slopes or a sideways storm drives me to shelter inside my cinched hood. I shiver, shiver some more, and finally, under early stars (or more sideways storming), I ski back to town, arriving in the dark, happy and tired. Like I said: simplest of means. But simplicity does not imply that my ski-beerpoem hobby is anything less than totally fulfilling, totally awesome. Weather, wildlife, powdery pillows, elemental silence — these are here for us, relentlessly here, and their presence is an invitation. The following is what happens when a guy who enjoys scribbling accepts the invitation of place, Sunday after Sunday, all winter long.


out in the outdoors inside the snowy woods feels good feels real good to sweat after a long morning sitting to stop and listen and be stilled in listening red squirrel chattering by the creek’s black water chickadees calling downy woodpecker drumming feels real good to keep going and upon reaching a clearing place I’ve never been before at the heart of this place I’ve been a thousand times cut a bench from a powdery bank

what I do is ski into the forest or the open meadows and bring with me little more than the thought that I am like everything else here and then gone I watch the tall trees of the forest and watch the creek’s quick water curve across the open meadows and think little more than this big thought an hour passes another hour passes what I do is watch and think and hope that for an instant here and then gone I might feel what I know then I ski home

get myself situated and sit nothing to do but the gray of the sky no plan but to sit with the land and let the land be the land crack the first can drink it let the sweat cool and shiver

sat by the creek in a gentle afternoon snowstorm smoking my pipe noticed that the snowflakes fell at an angle a gentle diagonal cloud to black water soon saw that the smoke when gently exhaled moved on a similar slant felt no wind no slide of air but knew it was there gentle and everywhere

there is a tree a mile away that looks like a man it stands alone in the meadow’s open snow far from the forest’s edge at least I think it’s a tree way out there standing so perfectly still it is dark against the white and stands upright and is thin like a tree I suppose I could be mistaken and this dark tree could be a man for an hour now I’ve been watching standing perfectly still

skiing snowy fields beneath the moon a coyote’s yipping stops me I listen silence and then minutes later see another skier hear his yipping his delight creekwater knows the valley floor without knowing I know that to know this place I do not need to know it thoughts and more thoughts mountains and light my toes know cold as the creekwater knows

I do not write these poems for the reading I write them for the writing late February single digits mountain glowing at sundown can’t hold the pencil wearing bulky gloves must expose my flesh the feeling of fingers turning to ice I write these poems for the pain of the place a truth in the hands late February subzero the beginning of darkness two or three early stars sparking inside delicate bones


the dumb songs I sing after drinking beer with mountains toasting mountains when it’s cold and dark and I’m skiing home and the way feels long they mean more to me than anything less word than sound

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less thought than food like fat burning they keep me going dum-bee-doo-dee-pinking-riverwhata-giver-rum-bee-doo you cannot eat them they are a rhythm an energy and like I said they mean more to me than anything

their meaninglessness burning me home to the hearth the fire

past the middle of March places you’ve passed in the past a certain tree a bend of the creek look different that tree is taller the creek there higher snow goes melts down and away

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nowhere but here this snow these trees

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the drone of a distant road the mind and what happens to the mind when it offers itself to drifted snow white shapes a winter landscape okay fair enough sure was nice while it lasted


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It’s rare to so unexpectedly tumble into a place like this one. A bit bruised from the last, I landed a stranger in an unfamiliar town. I knew nothing and no one. But I’d done crazier things, and I wanted to experience something new, something different. This place blindsides you before you even roll past the welcome sign. Snowy peaks tower in every direction. Red Lady. Augusta. Whetstone. Gothic. White Rock. Baldy. Teocalli. Crested Butte. Stay a while and you’ll find a tight-knit community settled within ten by ten blocks. Going to the post office is as much about catching up with everyone as it is about checking whatever bills are sitting in the box. There’s simplicity in pedaling your townie everywhere – the office, the cocktail cabin, the yoga studio, the dive bar. You’ll stop several times along the way to chat with a friend, neighbor or visitor. Your costume collection grows because your calendar is stacked

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LEARNING (AND LEARNING) TO SKI Alpine, Nordic, backcountry… when you grow up on skis, there’s always another way to slide down a mountain. By Cosmo Langsfeld

Like most kids who grew up in a ski town, I can’t remember a time when I didn’t know how to ski. By the time I could walk, my parents had me on the mountain most winter weekends. Prior to that I learned through proximity, toted around the slopes in a backpack. Once I could stand, though, I plowed my way down the hill more or less on my own. I can remember one of the first times they turned me loose. It’s a vague memory of a tiny version of myself pointing it down the fall line, unable to stop until my dad caught up and tackled me off my feet. So in light of that memory, perhaps it would be more accurate to say that I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t on skis. “Knowing how to ski,” as it turns out, is a relative term, and one that has taken on new meaning as my life, the sport and my relationship to it have evolved over the years. I was probably three or four years old when my dad saved me from myself, and it wouldn’t be long before my friends and I began charging the mountain with the kind of reckless abandon brought on by limber joints, lack of financial responsibility, and youthful disregard for self-preservation. We grew up in a place where lifestyle is a priority, and that lifestyle includes spending a significant amount of your winter free time playing in the snow. When I was in

elementary school, the ski program had us skiing one day per week. Between that and the weekends, most of us picked up the sport pretty quickly. I was capable of skiing the Headwall double-blacks before I could successfully ride the High Lift t-bar all the way to the top. The skiing I could handle. The problem was that I wasn’t strong enough to hold the t-bar down, and I was too short to ride up with either of my parents. When we got a little older and more independent, my friends and I had our “speed runs” down Paradise or International where we arced as few turns as possible along the entire length of the run, or jump runs that wove in and out of tree trails we believed no one else knew about. By middle school, we focused our attention on steeper stuff, searching out all the little drops and stashes off the North Face and High Lift. I’ve heard Facebook CEO Mark Zuckerberg say the company’s motto is “Move fast and break things,” and there was a time when that might also have been my motto. I skied as fast as I could and had a penchant for breaking things, mainly bindings and the occasional pole or blown-out ski sidewall. One season I went through three sets of bindings and at least two of poles, but God bless the good folks at Flatiron Sports, who always had some old 111


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over mine, “So how do you like skiing?” I think I just stared at him, silently, thinking, “You may be king of Moose Mountain, you little twerp, but I wonder what you’d be saying if we were standing at the top of SockIt-to-Me or Staircase?” Really, I can’t blame him for assuming I didn’t know what I was doing. I hadn’t brought my ski gear with me to Alaska (which in retrospect seems like an oversight). I was wearing a hodgepodge of winter clothing that included a button-up Carhartt jacket and a hat with the logo of my favorite sports team, and I was skiing on rental equipment. In short, the sort of person a younger, dumber version of myself might have skied up next to in the lift line and said something along the lines of, “Y’all ain’t from ’round here, are yuh?” That was the last time I put on alpine gear for some time. In my early twenties, I reacquainted myself with Nordic skiing. Cross-country skiing was as much a part of my childhood as alpine, perhaps more. Not only was my family involved in the early days of the Crested Butte Nordic program, but also we lived at the end of a three-mile gravel road on which ours was one of two houses. When the wind whipped across the hay meadow and piled two- to threefoot snowdrifts across the road, we had to walk home through that nonsense, but I’d

be damned if I wasn’t going to ski or sled my way back down to the vehicle the next morning on our way to school. We also put in our own tracks around the house in the winter, breaking trail with our skis and doing laps until we had something resembling a narrow skin track through the aspen and sagebrush. When I started Nordic skiing again as an adult, I learned the beauty of traveling efficiently across frozen landscapes. There’s a certain aesthetic to a line of people skateskiing down the Slate River Valley or across the wetlands east of town. Going into the Nordic Center (where I spent three to four evenings a week throughout my childhood), and generally running into a half-dozen people I know, creates a sense of commonality and community that I’m sure exists elsewhere, but that I haven’t found outside the valley. For me, the natural progression after Nordic skiing was into the backcountry. It’s the perfect blend of efficient cross-country travel and downhill skiing. When I was growing up, backcountry skiing wasn’t something my family did. When the snow began to fall, my world shrank, but as my experience and knowledge has grown with the seasons, the realm of what is off-limits has diminished, and a world of possibilities has opened up. Backcountry skiing is my way of staying healthy and happy in the winter and provides me the escape of mountains on a year-round basis. It’s given me a whole new perspective on the months of April and May. One of the biggest boons to backcountry skiing around Crested Butte is the community. With the work of the Crested Butte Avalanche Center combined with that of the Colorado Avalanche Information Center, the mountains around here must be as thoroughly forecasted as just about anywhere. And the wealth of experience of locals living and skiing in the mountains over the last 40-plus years creates an institutional knowledge within the ski community. Skiing for many who live here is a way of life. It’s not something we try to fit into our busy schedules, if and when we can, but rather something we build our lives around, making time for intentionally. I have yet to meet anyone who moved to Crested Butte because of abundant high-paying employment opportunities. No. The jobs are what they are, the pay is okay, and the cost of living is high, but when we have a big winter and the skiing is in, life here is about as good as it can ever get.





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A MATTER OF TIME A newcomer edges toward the warmth of community. By Molly Murfee

I sit cross-legged on the braided rug, dull from dust, in the attic of an old miner’s cabin. From boxes of books and cookware, I pull the skillets and pots out one by one, strategizing the placement of each on the open shelves of my new home. Newspapers from the forties stuff the walls, someone’s long-ago attempt to brace out winter. The howling snowstorm outside the window shoots small blizzards of flakes through cracks in the wavy panes of glass. Haloed by snow, the Elk Mountain range stands puff-chested against the early fits of November. I zip my fleece a little tighter. “I should be out skiing,” I mutter, “climbing a couloir, sleeping in a snowdrift.” Instead I’m inside unpacking dishes. “Appropriate,” I grump at my nascent domesticity, hoping life doesn’t actually end at 30, like I fear. I’ve just left behind a life of adventure – sleeping on the ground, scaling vertical mountain walls, wandering the glacially tilled valleys of

remote Alaska, where bears and wolves kept me thrilling company. I don’t know exactly what I’ll be when I’m not a field educator and guide. An outdoor vagabond. So much of my persona is based on movement, I’m not sure who I am standing still. But I know I need a job where I don’t wake up to students lurking outside my tent with questions before I’ve even had my coffee or brushed my teeth. I know I have stacks of journals – scribbled stories of howler monkeys and the nesting of sea turtles. Of equatorial peaks rising above the clouds to cast shadows on the horizon. Of monks chanting over the Himalaya and the crunch of crampons on glaciers. I know I have some writing to do and need a job to support me while I do it. A job where I’m not so responsible for other people’s lives. In my new place, however, I know no one and not much about my immediate environment except that I’m a mountain girl and these are the mountains. Fleet as the wind in my former life, I now oscillate 115

between anxiety at choosing such a stagnancy of place and exhaustion from so many years on the road – the way one might feel after bracing against a wildly exhilarating gale. Instead of worrying whether my food is triangulated for grizzlies, or how my lungs might function at 20,000 feet, my emotions seem to be reverting back to high school insecurities. Will I have friends? Fit into this particular mountainous place? I already miss my previous life, hot memories still cooling in my mind from only a few months past. My heart clenches, afraid. I pick my bravery up off the floor and decide to venture into the night – to check out the locals’ bar to see a garage band I’ve never heard of, which, I’m thinking, probably sucks.


hen I walk into the “sunny place for shady people,” I try to appear purposeful – striding perhaps too quickly, bursting through the door. I gaze over the faces inside. Nope. No one. Not that it’s a surprise. The only people I’ve met so far are a few new co-workers at the Nordic Center. I need a task. Beer. Armed with a goal I approach the bar. Smile at the bartender. Practice the confidence I learned parading about during my college days in New Orleans. He nods in my direction, jerking his chin up in a question. “PBR, please.” I’m quick in my request to convey my knowledge of the fast-paced nature of bartending as well as the drink of choice in the grungy locals’ lair. He turns to fetch my beer, and I flit my eyes again through the crowd. Left. Right. Not one familiar face. The bartender returns and I smile too broadly, hoping he’ll notice something, anything about me. “Dollar fifty,” he says. I push three bucks across the sticky woodwork. Good lord, now what? I glance at the clock. It’s at least 30 minutes

before the band starts and I can disappear into the blackness and rhythms of the music. I stride back to the dance floor to check it out, again too fast, arriving at the other side to find it empty save a couple lurking over a cocktail table in a dark recess. They stare at me, and I swivel my head as if looking for someone, shrug and wander selfconsciously back into the fray, hoping they didn’t notice my charade. In the bar my eyes land on a hockey game on the television. I feign interest as long as I can (I never watch nor understand televised sports) and finally spin to face the barroom. I watch old friends laugh and tell stories before resting my eyes on an old hermit I’d met at my job interview a few days before. “Fuzzy” sits fidgeting in the corner, looking slightly lost and nervous. I sigh and saunter over – two equally awkward ships passing through. “Hey, Fuzzy.” His eyes look all around the edges of my face. “Oh. Hey.” Our conversation isn’t terribly interesting, but I muster enrapt laughter, buy too many drinks and go to the bathroom too frequently, just to have something to do.


aybe you should leave,” Marilee advises me as we ski toward Paradise Divide. “Maybe it’s not where you’re supposed to

be.” Quitting was never something I did. I generally succeeded, if by sheer obstinance, even if it meant bloodying my forehead banging it on the wall I was trying to get through. I taught the skills of community to my temporary and travelling backcountry student groups – how to communicate, listen, be open to different points of view, overcome obstacles. These were fast and furious communities: 12-20 students and a couple of faculty


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thrown together in a trial-by-flame situation demanding immediate connections. We shared easily, because we had to. We were everything we had – friend, confidant, colleague, mentor, nurse, counselor. The extreme experiences – peak climbs that bonded us with the swiftness of lightning and soul-bending backpacks – left us feeling raw in all the right ways. Eating half-cooked beans in the dark, tenting next to each other watching the weave of rip-stop nylon gather rimes of frost as the storm barreled toward us, then laughing about it afterward wild-eyed, over cups of steaming tea in camping mugs. Here in this bedrocked community, with people who have lived among each other over seemingly geologic time, the ephemeral sharing circle doesn’t exist. Right now for me there is only bar chatter, a hollow substitute. Getting to know people in this rooted place will be quite different – here everyone retreats to the glow of their homes instead of ringing up under the starlight to hear what secrets the new girl will share. “I don’t think I’ve been here long enough,” I reply forlornly to my ski companion. “I’m not going to give up yet.” My climbing partner, Marilee, hails from another place and time in my life. Now we’ve signed up to compete together in the Grand Traverse, the legendary 40-mile ski race from Crested Butte to Aspen. I need the solace of adventure with a friend. In preparation, she has travelled to see me for a training mission. As our skis squeak over the snow crystals in the cold dawn, I tell her of my loneliness. Of wanting to belong. Of struggling to put myself out there, only to feel ridiculous at the end of the evening because I still don’t know anyone with any profundity. Marilee stops. “Do you know where this road goes?” I study the snowcapped peaks. “I don’t.” “What about that mountain, the pointy, triangular one?” She flicks her ski pole to the center of the postcard we’re skiing through. “Do you know what that one’s called?” I shake my head, mentally putting “maps” on my shopping list, next to cleaning supplies and coat hangers.


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This is what I want, why I left the roaming life – to form a relationship with one particular place, become an active member of a continuous community. I figure it might take a while. I just don’t know exactly how long a “while” is. I peek around corners, trying to understand the rules of recognition, acknowledgement and acceptance. I want to feel the warm fire of community, but don’t know if I’ll be reduced to emotional ashes or rise out of the blaze transformed. “It took me living here through an off season,” consoles a less recent transplant I

meet sitting on a bench. “That’s when folks knew I was serious. Off season can take on an ‘I survived it’ quality. It’s bonding.” “Three years,” advises his female companion. “I didn’t feel I was a part of the community until I’d been here three years.” It’s like signing up for a life-long partnership, except in reverse – the honeymoon doesn’t begin immediately. First you’ve got to get your hands dirty. It requires the same commitment, effort and good will. Until then, established locals eyeball you with raised-brow once-overs. Folks have


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to see your face again and again. Ferret out where you’re going to put your efforts. If you’re worth your weight in salt. You’ve got to show up – over and over – to volunteer your precious time, struggle through an April rain-snow, prove your listening skills to a new acquaintance. People need to evaluate your costumemaking competence, check out your freak flag, and confirm you’re not going anywhere and their efforts at friendship won’t be for naught. In mountain towns, experiences and longevity establish your status – not income. The coveted “native” status isn’t available unless you’re born in Colorado, and even then the social hierarchy claims stakes over how many generations your family goes back. But you can garner a few prestige points the longer you live here. Shovel enough snow, chop enough wood, do enough sports. The prerequisite hazing takes you places you shouldn’t be to see if you can hang, with the already-initiated chuckling at your struggles. Even then, only years can grant “local” status, with a one-up game based on which decade you arrived, your exalted years an invisible badge pinned on your requisite ducttaped, grease-smeared jacket. It helps to not come barreling in. Treat

it as you would a cross-cultural experience in a foreign country. Watch and learn before opening your mouth with something as bold as an opinion. Listen. Find out what matters to these people, what makes them tick, where the burrs are. The slow acceptance commences with a nod – they recognize you. A smile might come at another time. Then a greeting. Eventually a casual conversation on the street. Perhaps, if you’re lucky, an invitation.


learn you have to create your own opportunities, and sometimes you have to invite yourself. When it comes to rentpaying work, I see a community with little in the way of career paths, but lots of openness to creating your own way. I call the local newspaper. “I’m a writer,” I explain to the editor. “I have degrees in it. I’ve taught it. I want to write for you.” “Sure,” comes the surprising reply. “Why don’t we start you on the Winter Carnival and see how you do. It’s this January. Call this guy. His name is Alan Bernholtz.” That night I go to a small Christmas gathering with a gift exchange. I hadn’t even come close to accumulating a gaggle of homes to pop through and visit. But Jay

and Lena, a couple I’d met through work, had invited me to their friend Erica’s house when they learned I had no plans. I sit on the floor, eating turkey and dollops of casseroles. Outside crackles the deep freeze of a hemisphere tilting away from the sun, yet inside with these burgeoning bonds, I finally begin to feel warm. I walk home in single-digit temperatures – water vapor freezing around me, swirling about my head like large-faceted glitter. I have a writing job with an editor who bears a resemblance to Tom Selleck, and I’m promenading through a magical snow globe. I’ve figured out that pointy mountain is named Purple, and I’ve decided the blizzardthrough-the-window phenomenon of my miner’s attic might mimic the fresh air of sleeping outside. I was invited to a potluck, where I told a piece of my story and heard the stories of others. Now I ride on the kindness of people I barely know. I might make it after all, I think. It’s only a matter of time.


Molly Murfee has been in Crested Butte almost 18 years now and might finally be a local. This essay comes from her book-in-progress, The Adventure of Home.


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Winter 2019-2020 events


Literary Salon, Center for the Arts (CFTA) Literary Arts Dept.


Ski exhibit opening, CB Mountain Heritage Museum (CBMHM)


“Gay Chorus Deep South,” Crested Butte Film Series, CFTA


“Ghost Town Skiers” movie at CBMHM


Opening day of Crested Butte Mountain Resort (CBMR)


Thanksgiving Nordic Ski Camp, Crested Butte Nordic


Turkey Trot through gO Initiatives


Warren Miller’s “Timeless,” Crested Butte Film Series, CFTA


Shop Small Saturday


Petar Dopchev

1, 7, 14

Alley Loop Nordic Race Series


Creativity & Cocktails, Visual Arts Department, CFTA


Crested Butte Magazine party at CBMHM


Matisyahu & Bedouin Soundclash, Center for the Arts (CFTA)


Santa Night at CBMHM


Avalanche Awareness Night


“Bell, Book and Candle,” Crested Butte Mountain Theatre


“Snow Beast” movie at CBMHM


Light-up Night at Mountaineer Square in Mt. Crested Butte


Rock On Ice, ice-sculpting at Mountaineer Square


‘70s exhibit discussions: political culture, at CBMHM


“Maiden,” Crested Butte Film Series, CFTA

21-23, 26-31

Yurt Dinners through Crested Butte Nordic


Santa’s Sleigh at CBMR

27, 28

Leftover Salmon concert at CFTA


ArtWalk in Crested Butte galleries and studios

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Crested Butte Film Festival’s WinterFest


New Year’s Eve torchlight parade and fireworks, CBMR



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BoomBox concert at CFTA

3, 4, 18, 25

Yurt Dinners through Crested Butte Nordic


The Motet concert at CFTA


Creativity & Cocktails, Visual Arts Department, CFTA


“Swiss Family Robinson” movie at CBMHM


Magic Meadows 7 Nordic Race


Wine Wednesdays Tasting Series, Culinary Arts Dept., CFTA


“Brittany Runs a Marathon,” Crested Butte Film Series, CFTA


Mountain High Music Festival


Alley Loop Nordic Race Series


ArtWalk in Crested Butte galleries and studios


Damn the Torpedoes (Tom Petty) by Classic Albums Live, CFTA


Spirits Tasting Series: Tequila & Mezcal, CFTA Culinary Arts


Borealis Fat Bike World Championships


Burns Supper with the Literary Arts Department, CFTA


Crested Butte Mountain Theatre (CBMT) Golden Marmot Awards


USCSA Collegiate Slalom competition


‘70s exhibit discussion with ranchers, at CBMHM

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Alley Loop Nordic Marathon


Crafted, food and beer celebration at the ski area base


Creativity & Cocktails, CFTA

5, 26

Wine Wednesdays Tasting Series, CFTA


2 Star Freeride World Qualifiers


Oscar-nominated short films, Crested Butte Film Series


“King of Hearts” movie at CBMHM

8, 14, 15, 21, 22 Yurt Dinners through Crested Butte Nordic 8-9

4 Star Freeride World Qualifiers

12, 26

‘70s exhibit discussions


Spirits Tasting Series, CFTA

13, 14, 15

“The Vagina Monologues,” CBMT’s Mallardi Cabaret


Martin Sexton at CFTA


ArtWalk in Crested Butte galleries and studios


Prater Cup U14 Qualifiers, ski races at CBMR


Murder in the Mountains, mini noir writing festival


Gothic Mountain Tour, Crested Butte Nordic

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Creativity & Cocktails, CFTA


USASA Boardercross/Skiercross, CBMR

7, 14, 21

Yurt Dinners through Crested Butte Nordic


IFSA U12/Junior Regionals, ski races at CBMR


“Snowball Express” movie at CBMHM


Galactic at CFTA


The Young Dubliners at CFTA


Limerick Competition, Literary Arts Department, CFTA


Spirits Tasting Series, CFTA “Bethany Hamilton: Unstoppable,” Crested Butte Film Series

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ArtWalk in Crested Butte galleries and studios


Al Johnson Memorial uphill/downhill telemark race, CBMR


Ski Town Breakdown, CBMR


‘70s exhibit: arts panel, at CBMHM


Painting the Mountain Landscape, CFTA

26, 27 28

“The Bald Soprano,” CBMT Teens on Stage production


North Face Grand Traverse, Crested Butte-to-Aspen ski race


Subject to Change, CBMT’s improv troupe, Mallardi Cabaret


Creativity & Cocktails, CFTA


Flauschink end-of-season community celebration


Pond Skim at CBMR


Closing day at CBMR


International Ocean Film Tour, Volume 7, CB Film Series


Crested Butte Pole, Pedal, Paddle (CB3P)

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