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GODJ
1337 Posts
19
Oct
2007
Published: March 1, 1981
By PATRICIA A.LANGAN

After years of protesting that Club Mediterranee was not the place for me, there I was on its doorstep. Beach lures had never worked, but Club Med was now offering skiing in the United States for the first time. Its hotel built on a site adjoining the Copper Mountain ski area in Colorado was being touted as the first built-to-order ski resort of a French company that has had vacation villages in the Alps for years. This one was 75 miles west of Denver, suggesting less travel and more ski time than a trip to Europe, or even to Aspen.

Perhaps this was the answer to the impulse ski trip, without all the usual planning, without all the friends debating where to go and when. The acid test: I would go during the holidays when lift lines are longest, prices the highest, airports most horrendous. It also happened to be the resort's second week of operation.

The doorstep led to a sprawling $9-million complex cast in beige concrete. Within four connected wings are 225 guest rooms with mountain views. When I arrived for a Sunday-to-Sunday package the hotel had a full house, 450 guests, but the ski area had a dearth of snow - 26 inches, melting fast under warm sunny skies. One mountain was totally brown. On another, snowmaking equipment and dedicated grooming had retained cover on most trails. Colorado ski country was in a collective panic about snow conditions, but Club Med was giving it the old Gallic shrug, a gesture we were to see again.

From the moment I walked through the door there was no doubt that the French had occupied the territory. The interior design, use of color, and the voices were in marked contrast to the West outside. Even the Iowa-born manager seemed to speak first in his adopted tongue.

There was no 'warmth of a smile' welcome as advertised, but then I had not arrived with the usual charter busload from Denver. If you first ski somewhere else for a week, as I did, you have to make your own travel arrangements and buy a land-only package from Club Med. In some ways that translates into second-class citizenship. I sat in the lobby for almost an hour before a stern, annoyed Frenchwoman arrived to check me in.

A G.O. (gentil organisateur, or employee) escorted me to my room, number 357, also known as Juno. It was cheerful with white stucco walls, Kelly-green curtains and bedspreads and definitely cozy - about 10 feet by 12 feet with 10 inches between the twin beds. There were seven hangers and four cubbyholes a person for clothes. When my roommate arrived, we found that all the bulky ski clothes did fit, but it was tight. Skis and boots went to a main-floor ski room presided over by one of the leading shrug artists.

Other French touches: a hand shower and no washcloth, which enraged one Californian I met. 'I don't care if they don't use them in Europe,' she wailed. 'This is the U.S.' No locks on the doors either, which may be a Club Med tradition but seems downright spooky to a New Yorker. There is a button lock on the inside doorknob, but during the day anyone can enter an unoccupied room. Anything valuable should be checked, advised the G.O. security man.

Later that Sunday morning buses arrived with charter-flight groups from Atlanta, Dallas, Los Angeles and New York. There were more families than I expected, most of them with teen-age children (although children over six are welcome). But singles of all ages, including a diminutive 65-year-old woman from Quebec, predominated. Canadians, Australians, Europeans and Arabs drifted into the orientation meeting in the club's circular theater, which became a central gathering place along with the bar bordering the lobby.

During the meeting the chef de village, or manager, introduced his staff and anticipated most of our questions in a casual but thorough way. Tickets for drinks at the bar were an extra expense. There were four pay phones in the lobby - for all of us. No radio or TV. No newspapers.

Be aware, we were told, of the altitude - 9,600 feet - and take it easy while the body adjusts. No saunas or Jacuzzis yet: 'We ran out of money.' But this Club Med had other things, all available at no extra charge: a subterranean disco with violet neon and charcoal walls; backgammon and bridge lessons; French language classes; a library with classical music; warm-up exercises before skiing each morning. And stage shows given by the G.O.'s every night. Shows? In my 10 years of skiing in Europe and the West, there had never been shows.

On to more practical matters. All 450 of us needed Polaroid photos for our ski passes, so lines formed for a surprisingly fast and efficient operation. Next, rental equipment was assigned at the ski room, which has new Rossignol skis and Nordica boots ($59 for the week) as well as cross-country gear.

Since there is no skiing planned for the first day, Sunday is a good time to tour Copper Mountain's town, a mile-long stretch with Club Med at the northwestern end. The club is within a few minutes walk of town and most lifts, and there is a frequent shuttle bus for the three lifts on the outskirts. As close as the town is, I found I did not get to it much because Club Med operates as a self-contained enclave.

Copper Mountain's appeal is that of a new, planned ski village on a small scale. Integrated modern design links its 30 buildings with heavy use of natural woods. There is no neon, no trace of pseudo-Tyrolean Vail, no hodgepodge of buildings from different eras that you see in older resorts like Aspen. Everything fits: small restaurants with fireplaces, apres-ski bars, a bookstore, grocery, post office and chocolate shop.

The mountain is large by Eastern standards with a summit of 12,050 feet, 48 trails and 10 chairlifts, one with a protective bubble cover. It has mostly intermediate skiing (60 percent) and by Western standards is just not the big time. Because Copper is closer to Denver than Vail or Aspen it attracts a lot of weekend skiers and traffic on the slopes can be bad - another reason to take a walk on Sunday afternoon or go cross-country skiing.

Before dinner that night L'Ecole de Ski Fran,cais held its first sort of the skiers. You tell them how you ski, ranking yourself on a scale of six up to one, beginner to expert. (Most skiers were in No. 4 - intermediate.) Instructors are then assigned to each group. Practically everyone joined a class, although guests can ski on their own with the six-day pass provided. The pass is also good at Keystone Mountain, 15 miles away, which is reached by shuttle bus.

Not all of the 35 instructors were French - there were 13 Americans and 6 Canadians - but they all taught French technique. They were well organized and professional, and sometimes they took over the theater for an equipment clinic before dinner - an hour of advice on how to buy and care for boots and skis.

The ski groups met Monday morning for a runoff on the mountain to separate the weak from the strong and move those who misjudged their own ability. My group of eight in a No.2 class drew a French instructor, Christian Aubert, a low-key man who soon won the respect of his flock: a Buffalo businessman on a family vacation, three California bachelors, two teen-age boys, a Rumanian doctor and me.

Each morning we met at 8:45 and skied until noon. Then we broke for lunch at the club. At about 2 P.M. we were back in class for another two hours, a practice that is common in Europe but rare in this country, where people are more likely to ski with friends in the afternoon. There were good reasons for staying with the group. Besides giving us individual attention and correction, Christian managed to find the best snow and shortest lift lines, although Club Med instructors, unlike Copper Mountain's, cannot cut lines with classes.

The expert runs were closed because of the lack of snow, and elsewhere there were rocks and ice, but somehow Christ
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Trish
476 Posts
19
Oct
2007
Thanks for this Mike!

Copper Mountain was my third village, back in 1989. I had never skied before, but they got me up and running in no time. Too bad that it's closed.

Trish

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indiana
445 Posts
20
Oct
2007
I miss Cooper Mountain, and the season opening weeks. So many memories, now only a dream.
European ski villages are only partial replacement.
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