Copper Mountain
Its taken 15 years of living in Boulder, Colorado to get me on the slopes. Yes, I popped my downhill ski cherry today on the sunny slopes of Copper Mountain. In hindsight, I probably should have learned how to move and stop before getting on my first lift. I probably shouldn't have gotten on a lift who's signage stated "No Beginner Terrain". That I was with a group of skiers, most of whom have been at it regularly for over 18 years, some of whom have been in Ski Magazine, didn't help me 'ease' into things. No, I probably should have taken a class. But who wants to shell out another $80 on top of the lift ticket and food prices comperable to London?These factors taken into account, I did alright. By alright I mean: A) I didn't hit anyone else, B) I didn't hit any trees, C) I didn't inflict severe damage on my person, and D) I left with all my (I mean my friend's) equipment intact. Not too bad, eh? Lets just not talk about how I only did 2 runs. Lets also not mention that those runs took a good 2-3 hours each. My official excuse is that it was a beautiful day (and that it was!), which necessitated a leisurely pace down the mountain. You can fill-in the rest.
See picture from the slopes, and the previous nights gearing-up HERE.
posted by Jason @ 4:29 am
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