From the rugged slopes to the colorful downtown, this Colorado resort keeps the West wild.
Two crooked lines of little skiers sidestep slowly to the start gate, race jitters evident among some, the quiet confidence of “just another race” exuding from others. The youngest racers go first, toddlers bundled in bright parkas and gumball helmets steering their way through the gates in stuttering snowplows. They’re so cute, no one cares if they miss a gate—or three.
On sustaining 50 years of business off heli drops and pillow pops.
Crouched on the edge of the pickup zone, we were in position, covering our faces to shield the ice and snow pelting we anticipated from the incoming helicopter. A mix of heli-skiing veterans and newbies, we are ecstatic—and maybe a touch nervous.
It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve been in a helicopter–dressed from head-to-toe in Gore-Tex, ready for blower snow and turns that dreams are made of. When you see that belly coming in hot for landing it’s powerfully exciting.
Get off the groomers and discover this luxury resort’s untapped expert terrain. The best part: You’ll have earned that cookie at the end of the day.
Credit must be given to whoever arranged for access to the Stone Creek Chutes off of a trail called Cinch. Very funny, we like your sense of humor. The chutes, of course, by their very nature as chutes, are no cinch. But glide past the rustic wooden plaques identifying the extreme terrain beyond, and it’s a little like the rabbit hole in Alice in Wonderland.
Colorado's Copper Mountain Resort is poised to win the hearts of a new generation of skiers by giving them what they really want: a kick-ass mountain.
It's a clear, blue day in early March. A few thready clouds stretch out thin on the horizon. We’ve hiked a quarter mile from where the snowcat dropped us and are catching our breath at the top of Tucker Mountain. The patrol “dumpster” is the only structure—an ugly rectangular box marring an otherwise lovely view of the pyramid peaks of the Ten Mile and Mosquito ranges. The steeps of Copper Bowl, Fremont Glades, and the gastronomically named Taco and Nacho splay out below—50-plus-degree pitches packed with cold, chalky snow.
This skier's going from "blah" to "badass." Jo Piazza talks about learning to ski better.
I’m cold and I’m tired. Through puffs of a cigarette, my very French ski instructor is rattling off commands, but I can’t hear him through my hat and helmet. I nod anyway, and chunks of snow fall from my hair, matted there after a particularly rough spill on the last run.
I remember my first ski trip vividly: being bundled up like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man, the sting of snow in my face the first time I fell doing a snowplow, the warmth of my dad’s arm wrapped protectively around me on my very first chairlift ride.
With the highest vert in the East, Whiteface rocks. But in and around the home of two Winter Olympics, there’s a lot more than skiing to keep you entertained.
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