Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Crested Butte, Colorado

Here we are, Crested Butte, Colorado, elevation 8885 feet. Yes, the air is thin. As with many Colorado towns, it was established in the late 1870's by gold and silver miners. Coal was discovered in the early 1880's and sustained the town for 60 years. In 1952 the last mine was closed. A ski area developed in 1962 marked the rebirth of Crested Butte as a tourist town.

The Chamber of Commerce and Vistor's Center.


The entire town was designated a National Historic Area in 1974. There are many restored buildings, tourists, and bicycles (there are bicycle racks all over town).


Tourists need places to sit, and there are plenty of those all over town too.


The town also boasts dozens (nay even hundreds) of flower baskets.


Here is a restored building that I believe was built in the 1880's as a Masonic Hall and is now a brewery. I'd say it has had a useful life, and only getting better with age.


Of course there are numerous places to eat, many with delicacies specific to this area. Like this little number, can you guess what it is? Yes, you're right it is elk giblets on a platter, but looks amazingly like pizza (don't ya think?).


The original Town Hall built in 1883.


The town is full of art studios (hey, its a tourist town), and street art.


Another restored dwelling, now a real estate office.


And what tour would be complete without a stop at the ole two story outhouse. It is believed that it was built like this because the snow got so deep that you could only get in to the door on the second floor. Ignore the Waste Management dumpsters, they weren't there 110 years ago when it was built.


Best to you all. We'll be leaving in about in less than two weeks, this may be the last post from Colorado.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Wow! My old stomping, skiing, falling down ground. The 3.2 beer went down soooo easily and sometimes even stayed down. Our glassess were empty coffee cans. The Mine Shaft was the mainstreet establishment to patronize. The skii area was also a good place to get pitchers full of 3.2 beer, which, of course, we mixed with the hard stuff out in the parking lot. Now, just the thought of doing that makes me queasy. I guess college can be hard on the stomach.
Carolie