The 401 in Crested Butte

Rode all the way up on the 401 Trail, a Colorado classic. The view: gorgeous. The trail: thin singletrack, tall wildflowers just past their flourish of color and beauty. The pitch toward the end: wicked steep. The pain: tremendous. The riding time: around five hours. That night’s sleep: ocean deep. The quick scene, w/dialogue: AContinue reading “The 401 in Crested Butte”