Growing Up on Copper Mountain

by Tracy Greenhalgh

I remember the first time I set eyes on newly opened Copper Mountain in the 70’s. We had just moved to Colorado and I was 12 years old, the first year my dad showed me how to buckle into stiff ski boots and dig into tight bindings with that satisfying c-l-i-c-k. I had a Copper Mountain lapel pin stuck into my snowball hat (no helmet then) and I still remember my giddy feeling as I stared up that beautiful mountain, loading onto the chairlift as the crisp, intoxicating scent of pine floated on the frigid air that stole my breath.

Safe Skiing and Riding at Copper Mountain

by Tracy Greenhalgh

 

Happy (and Safe) Holidays         

While sleigh bells jingle on Pandora and that mug of hot cocoa is steaming on your desk, you’re dreaming of all that fluffy white powder you’re going to dive into over the holidays. You’re plotting first tracks in Upper Enchanted Forest and to pack in as many turns as your burning quads can stand. At the end of the day you want to be plopped down all noodle-legged, pink-cheeked, and windblown to bask in the fire’s glow with your brew in hand, right?

Olympic Dreams

Copper winch cat operator, Paul Hoagland, builds world class race courses

By Lu Snyder

One needn’t go far in Summit County to bump into an Olympic hopeful, contender or champion. They come here to train. They come here to live. Paul Hoagland came to Summit County with an Olympic dream—but his was a little different than the others.

“I’ve always liked winter sports, especially skiing,” he says. “I was never competitive, though. It was always just for fun.”