Copper Mountain is about an hour and 10 minutes from Denver. That's where I learned how to ski, so I have a soft spot for it. The skies stayed mostly gray, with tantalizing patches of blue in the distance. The video below makes it sound horribly windy, but it wasn't.
Had I known, I would've spoken louder ("It's a great day for skiing at Copper Mountain").
I was pretty well bundled up and stayed warm, but my legs are out of shape! We just did a half-day, and stopped at Tommyknocker in Idaho Springs on the way home for some fabulous tomato-artichoke soup and a quesadilla.
you are giving me west envy
ReplyDeleteOMG! That lunch looks so yummy
ReplyDeletedb, and rightly so! But your neck of the woods has some things going for it, too.
ReplyDeleteIt was indeed yummy, Michelle Ann! The soup, especially.