Never Take it for Granted

By Sally Francklyn

My family has a ski cabin in Leadville, so I grew up skiing at Ski Cooper (and my dads backpack when he did hut trips). When I “graduated” from Ski Cooper at age eight, we began skiing at Copper Mountain. (This was before Super Bee and all the other lift “upgrades-” I remember when it used to be called B1 and B2.) I joined Junior Ski Patrol at Copper when I was 15 years old. Patrolling for ten seasons made me realize that hard work and commitment were necessary for success. I made some really close friends, and helped with some pretty traumatic events.

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?