Having grown up half my life in Crested Butte it was a harsh transition moving to Boulder and learning what it took to get a day of skiing in up I70. Weekly traffic nightmares are enough to send one over the edge of insanity, or put a decidedly negative ending on a fun day of skiing.
Once in a while though you get the perfect combination of storms, traffic, ski partners, and the chance to play hookie on a workday. The results are ridiculously good. This was our Tuesday: