Ahhhh, nothing is as refreshing as taking in a giant, deep breath of mountain air. This post, unfortunately, is coming from a mere elevation of 1170 feet….Oklahoma style. But my memory is still as fresh as the snow I was snowboarding on just a mere 10 days ago. Okay, okay, okay…enough of that. Let’s get real.
The whole trip happened as an act of spontaneity, Boyfriend and I decided to take mini road trip West of Denver to hit the slopes. And did we ever. Maybe I should back up and explain this sudden act of spontaneity… it all began with a snow storm. In Kansas. One that eventually ended up in Oklahoma. Which made me day-dream about skiing. And snowboarding. And then skiing some more. And then snowboarding. (really you should spend one day in my head, I am even indecisive when I day-dream. oy.) Man, I was really missed the mountains. We haven’t been skiing/snowboarding since we bought our house, and we were both having some serious withdrawals. So Boyfriend and I got to talking… I mean we are in our mid-twenties. We are too responsible for our own good. We deserved a little spontaneity in our lives.
OKAY PAUSE: I could probably summarize the entire trip in one paragraph, but how fun would that really be?
OKAY RESUME: First, let me start by stating the obvious: west of Denver is a long ways away. Like really. 10 1/2 hours to be exact. To pass the time we (said I) slept, spoke to each other in the form of questions only, ate a ton of junk food, and ended the trip by me totally dominating Boyfriend in a battle of name that song (80’s hair band style of course). There was a blizzard pouring down on our trip over, so we drove S-L-O-W…which gave me plentyyy of time to figure out of this was going to be a ski trip or a boarding adventure. You see, it has been 2 years since our last trip, and I wasn’t sure if I was up to fine tuning my boarding skills. Trust me, they needed it. And for those of you boarders out there, it’s not as easy as it looks…am I right? I’m not going to lie… snowboarding has a tendency to make me a bit passive aggressive, but I think in a good way (Boyfriend, no comments puhlease). Ya know, in a challenge yourself it’s 2013, kind of way. But in the end, I always always always end up having a blast. So snowboarding it was!
Okay this whole one paragaph isn’t going to work. My apologies. Feel free to skip ahead and look at the pretty pictures. Ooooooooo. Ahhhhhhhh.
Village at Copper
As spontaneous as we think we are (we put together the trip in about a week), we still managed to be overly prepared. Each of us doing some pretty intense research on lift tickets, condo rentals, different mountains located west of Denver, etc… Being prepared helps me sleep at night.
Copper Mountain was the best deal we could find… located only about 80 miles from Denver. It has been getting some fresh snow, it had a ton of trails, and neither one of us had ever been. We were excited. Boyfriend scored an amazing last-minute deal on a condo located at the base of the ski slopes and I found some pretty good deals on lift tickets ($60 each a day, whaaaaaaat?). We had some good juju going our way and it was going to be an excellent 4 day weekend.
Our condo was located in East Village at Copper Mountain, and I honestly believe I could have lived there. Two bedrooms (though one was locked up and rented separately), three bathrooms (one was included with the locked up bedroom), living room, dining room, kitchen, balcony and a fabulous view. Don’t believe me about our balcony view? Check these puppies out…
When looking to the left…
When looking to the right…
Ahhhh… isn’t that just wonderful? It was a GREAT time, I had a blast. No working, just playing and enjoying some quality time with Boyfriend (and by that I mean racing him down the slopes, he may have been a trooper and let me win a few times). Boarding down the side of a mountain while humming Red Hot Chili Peppers and pretending to be one bad mama jamma… how can you not have a blast? Insert some lyric: “I saw God / And I saw the fountains/You and me girl / Sittin’ in the Swiss mountains…” Okay, okay, okay….maybe not the Swiss mountains, but close enough 😉 I miss it already.
Copper Mountain exceeded all of my expectations by a looong shot. There was a giant village at the bottom of the mountains (right alongside the lifts), that had little shops, boutiques, bars and restaurants. There were tons of condos, an ice skating rink and just a bazillion things that kept us entertained long after the lifts closed. Good powder, good weather, good food, good brew and an overall good time. I couldn’t have asked for a better long weekend. 🙂
Sometimes you just gotta kick back and enjoy the scenery… wahoo for spontaneity.