Crested Butt e rubs off on you. The same way you pick up a drawl after spending time with Southerners, you can’t help but take on a CB affect, with endless gratitude and perhaps a dash of smug satisfaction for having been lucky and/or smart enough to land here. Carving morning GS turns on the midmountain’s cascading double-blues as the rising sun chases shadows off perfect corduroy feels almost divinely inspired. An afternoon jump-turning the “holy extreme terrain, Batman!” on the back side and the steeper-than-steep gullies streaming from the peak—without the mercy of a single liftline to rest your legs—reminds you you’re alive. And mortal. But quite blessed. Maybe that’s why the locals—who outnumber the tourists in this “small, quaint and unpretentious town”— are so humble “and make you feel so welcome.” —D.W.
What’s New» Unclick at the top of the Peachtree lift and take Colorado’s only zipline canopy tour, which soars right over the ski trails year-round.
On-Hill Lunch » Lest you think CB’s laid-back vibe means it eschews gourmet, try a white-linen lunch at Uley’s Cabin; there’s also a prix-fixe sleigh-ride dinner.
Bragging Rights » At 55 degrees, Rambo is one of the steepest cut trails in the States. Huge bumps. Straight fall line. Full throttle.