It's my favorite time of the year. Fall. The riding temperature is just right, a crisp edge to the air that feels cleansing. The Aspens and the high country foliage are turning shades of deep gold, reds, and oranges. So I took advantage of a quick weekend getaway at Crested Butte and what I rode astounded and mesmerized me as the Butte usually does. Check out all the photos and words on MTBR
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