Copper Mountain

December 2022

We headed to Copper Mountain for my birthday and stayed in an Airbnb just a five-minute walk from the ski lift. And yes — the dogs came with us.

It snowed nonstop all weekend. Kuma and Chaos were completely in their element — sprinting through fresh powder like it was what they were built for. Pepita took a different approach. She kept her distance from the chaos and made herself comfortable by the fireplace.

Our routine was already starting to form. Mornings were for the dogs — long walks, time to play, letting them burn off energy before we did anything else. Once they were settled, we hit the slopes to do the same. No complicated planning. Just movement, cold air, and snow.

After a few hours of riding, we came back, grabbed the dogs, and brought them down to the base area. Fires were going, drinks were flowing, and the dogs were right there with us, curled up nearby. Pepita even spent part of the afternoon tucked inside my hoodie, fully committed to staying warm at all costs.

The trip wasn’t about squeezing in as much as possible. It was about keeping the days balanced — time on the mountain, time with the dogs, and enough space to actually enjoy both.

By the end of the weekend, it was clear: snow trips hit different when the dogs are part of the experience.