Day Sixteen: A Propper Copper

A quick aside, the reason the last post was called “early bird gets the bacon breakfast burrito” was because by the time Nick and I got to the takeout stop, the owner Brooke was cleared out of all the bacon burritos. I think I just didn’t mention that anywhere in the post.

Nick’s Dad Mike and I headed to Copper mountain at 8:30. A few more inches of snow last night and a ~90% recovery on my illness crafted a lot of potential for a big ski day. And so it was. The Dulchin’s have been coming here for decades so I got a proper tour of the mountain. From slick, fast groomers of Super Bee to the hike terrain and steep drop ins off Mountain chief to the rock guarded powder stash off of Three Bears, we carved and jump turned and charged our way through this blue bird day.

Nick showed up just before noon and was bouncing off the walls ready to ski. Mike and I waited for him for a bit, squinting to make him out coming down the slope, but once he appeared it was obvious because of the massive grin and Tasmanian speed.

Two of the runs that finished me off were “Oh No” and “Too Much” – a never ending bump run that vacuumed all my breath away and sent me running back to the base to hang out and write this post. A day ender of a run if I’ve ever seen one.

Nick will squeeze as many super bee line runs in as he can before the lift closes and then we’ll head back to the car. Maybe I’ll catch the shuttle before then and drive the car right next to the lift in the meantime. Tonight we’re gonna grab some beers with nicks sister’s friends and some local lifties at a pool bar -I love me some billiards.

Last night we watched a movie called Steep, which was a perfect watch for me because it starred Doug Coombs, the “wild Coomba” that I just finished a book about. It was a classic big mountain skier/climber movie, starring seemingly normal people that crave abnormally strenuous, challenging, and risky scenarios of life all in the pursuit of endorphins, a one ness with the mountains, or as one of the very French main characters put it with the cheekiest of smiles, “feeling, for a moment, like a little superman”. Being up here in the mountains again and feeling healthy I can to some, way lesser degree, relate.

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