CRESTED BUTTE was our destination. Since it was a four-hour drive from Denver and with heavy rain in the forecast, my travel buddies and I had a choice to make. We weren’t sure how much longer the renowned wildflowers would be peaking, but we definitely wanted to see why this quaint town nestled in the Elk Mountains was given its nickname. We arrived to a downpour in the dead of night, not truly knowing what to expect from that weekend. The morning after we woke to green mountains, an infinite array of wildflowers, and some of the greatest views in Colorado. No doubt we had made the right decision for our destination.