I just got back from one of the top ski destinations in Colorado – Copper Mountain!
I was expected to ski, skate, ride the coaster and take a horse-drawn sleigh ride. This blog should include exclamations like “a ski experience like no other!” “groomers from out of this world!” “a soaring summit that inspires awe!” You get the idea.
What happened? Well, I got sick, really sick, like epic sick. Zero sleep, zero appetite, exhaustion, chills, headache, nausea, shortness of breath – did I mention exhaustion? It wasn’t pretty.
For those that are altitudinally-challenged, this can mean only one thing: altitude sickness. (Worse yet, mine was exacerbated with the onset of the flu.)
Fortunately for me, the clinic at Copper Mountain was one of the best in the state. The level of bedside manner I received was better than anything I’ve experienced in a traditional hospital.
A team of doctors and resident physicians pampered me with compassion, sympathy and advice. They gave me over an hours worth of their time walking me through a regiment of bedrest, liquids, and oxygen.
Though my agenda was buried in an avalanche of misery, that didn’t stop my press contact from running to Walmart for my meds. She also whipped up a goodie bag of homeopathic remedies delivered straight to my condo door at Passage Point. “Copper Mountain prides itself on exceptional guest services,” said Taylor Prather, P.R. Manager at Copper.
On the last day, I ambled into Center Village and found dozens of happier faces that also experienced the over-top-the-top personal touches of the staff. Ski bike athletes like Zac Baker and Fernando Carreon or visiting Saratogian Angela Cangemi
and Clay Decker or newly adopting couple from New Hampshire on their “babymoon” (instead of honeymoon), Christine and Kyle Simpson.
It made me realize that there was a story here and a good one at that. Expect to see an article with their stories posted at GoNomad.com by the end of the month.