It’s been over 7 years since we were here and it left such a lasting impression that when we heard we could do it this year, we lost our shit and signed up immediately. One of our favorite trips of recent memory, Crested Butte will not be one to be missed. With plenty of groomers and bowls alike, this mountain has something for everyone. Last year around this time they got up to 10 fresh inches (ha) a day right along side bluebirds, and with El Nino on the way (as well as other factors I assume, I’m a website not a doctor) we’re sure to see some solid Colorado pow.
For only 4 bills you can spend five days in that glorious, pant-tightening powder. “But what about when I’m not riding?” you whine like a three year old. “Well non-gender-specific-child,” I respond as your stern yet fair father “let me ‘splain some shit to ya!”
We’re partying our way to the mountain in style via luxury coaches, metaphorically alongside hundreds of your fellow students from Universities across the US. You go to ASU (currently and respectably ranked 15th just shy of the filthy commoners known as UofEh at 14th. They will perish.) known world-over for being the kings and queens of putting on a good time. Every year, those other colleges try to prove that they can dethrone us for no reason other than they feel like it’s necessary and every time they invite us to their rooms to prove it. I don’t really get it, it’s not a contest but fine, if you want to lose at that too be my guest. Anyway, you’re all staying in the same complexes and the town is within a dachshund’s throw from you. A town full of a throbbing nightlife, complete with class-A dive bars and restaurants as well as a host of delicious fellow tourists and a smattering of locals just waiting to be whisked away to your Axe/Weed hybrid cloud of a cabin, enthralled endlessly by your witty and clever musings about how if Hillary Clinton wins 2016, it would be the first time two presidents have had sex with each other. Or y’all can invite some friends over and just kick it in the cabin and play some Kings or CAH or something I’m your father not your mom, I don’t care how you get down as long as it’s funky. There will be one-a them disco concerts you kids like with Swedish House artist John Dahlback, and since you’re with us you get in free so get pumped for that and pack your dancin’ shoes.
Hot tubs, adventures, riding with your crew, random encounters, nights out, friends made, times shared, big foot, there so much to do and so little time to write about it but ALL of it can be yours by simply CLICKING THE FUCK HERE AND SIGNING UP FOR ONE OF THE MOST MEMORABLE TIMES YOU'LL HAVE AT ASU!
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