I'm blogging by firelight. And it's my fire. My home here in Crested Butte has a fireplace. This is pretty much the best quality of life I could ask for. I can't wait to share this place with my family and friends. I've never been so focused to make something work (at least not since Still Pink); I'm going to pour myself into this gym and be successful here. I'm not giving up my desire to be completely mobile and travel all over this huge planet, but I recognize that this place is everything I want right now. It may hold true for years, and I may get the itch to keep moving by May. But I'm going to give this place a chance. The mindset here is incredible. The whole community pulls together. I gave a girl a ride from the town up to the mountain today. A hitchhiker. This is commonplace here in Colorado - locals hitchhike all over the place; from the bottom of the passes back to the summits while they chase backcountry turns, from town to town, from neighborhood to neighborhood. Everyone is on foot or on a bike. The shuttles are popular. No one drives unless they need to transport massive amounts of skis, boards, or other equipment. I drove my car to get groceries today and felt like a tourist. But I took note, and won't be doing that again. I live here now.
My home is a third story condo at the foot of the mountain. It sits about 500 yards from the lifts, on the west side of Mt. Crested Butte. I have a balcony, from which I can see over a dozen peaks in the surrounding Colorado Rockies. I have a fireplace. I can see the top of the mountain and the majority of the westward and northern facing slopes from my bedroom window. My shower has great water pressure. I'm looking forward to the bike ride into town tomorrow morning - it should be in the mid 30s and sunny. I haven't seen a cloud since I arrived on Halloween. I'll try and keep the pictures coming.