Crested Butte is exactly what you imagine a Colorado mountain town to be. Awesome scenery in every direction, active citizens enjoying and partaking in that scenery, and a quaint little downtown where everyone leaves their bikes unlocked and unattended on the sidewalks while they gather for food and drink. As great as it is, for me and many others there will always be something missing. That something is Jeremy Worrell.
Jeremy was a good friend from many years back who I’ll always kick myself for not staying in better contact with. He eventually moved west and made Crested Butte his home. He apparently made a huge impact in this small community, but that is no surprise, Jeremy was just that kind of guy. A punk rocker with a big heart.
We didn’t have Jeremy as a host this past week, but we tried to experience his Crested Butte. A bunch of his friends came and camped out with us in one of our best campsites yet. We explored a few of his favorite outdoor haunts (but didn’t even come close to most of them. Jeremy had a streak going of 53 straight months skiing. That takes some serious climbing). Ate and drank where he tended bar. While we had fun, it was no where near the full Jeremy experience.
Even still we will be back to Crested Butte as often as possible. This is a special place. Until we can get back, we are going to keep on living life as Jer did. On his own terms, and to the absolute fullest. Life too short to live it any other way.
A memorial for Jeremy created from his skis.
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What a wonderful way to remember your dear friend. God bless you all.
Love.
After 8 years of seeing your post and pictures, I am still jealous. You need to get a solar led motion light. Safe travels, and uncle Tim, I believe your new nephew is going to be as big as you and your dad.