Crested Butte-Personal Narrative
My feet ached as I passed through the automatic screen door to the snow filled Gunnison-Crested Butte Regional Airport parking lot. The cool, crisp air stung my face, but my smile remained. Seven slow years have passed since I visited Crested Butte, Colorado, and I have been craving to return the moment I left. The towering mountains, blissful blue sky, and blinding white snow from the piercing sun makes Colorado a place like no other. I stood waiting on the icy concrete for my dad to pull around Baby Blue, a 1996 Chevrolet Astro van my family had nicknamed. My family visited Colorado in 2010, because my mom’s boss owns a timeshare condo, which included Baby Blue. He offered us a vacation to Crested Butte where we could have a free place to
stay. He passed away last year and the condo was put under my mom’s name, so we decided to put the condo to use for our own amusement and as a sign of a respect. My older sister Shayna, my younger sister Emma, and I placed our luggage beside my dad for him to load the back of Baby Blue. It didn’t take long for my dad to blow a gasket, which was understandable since he ripped off the back door handle to open it.
stay. He passed away last year and the condo was put under my mom’s name, so we decided to put the condo to use for our own amusement and as a sign of a respect. My older sister Shayna, my younger sister Emma, and I placed our luggage beside my dad for him to load the back of Baby Blue. It didn’t take long for my dad to blow a gasket, which was understandable since he ripped off the back door handle to open it.