Copper Mountain's Hidden Gem: The Motel That Will Blow You Away!
Copper Mountain's Hidden Gem: The Motel That Will Blow You Away!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into a hotel review that's more "real-life messy" than "perfectly curated Instagram post." I'm talking warts and all, the good, the bad, and the utterly bizarre. We're gonna go deep.
Hotel Review: The "Almost Paradise" Escape (Names withheld to protect the innocent… and the potentially sued)
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First Impressions: The Grand Entrance, and Maybe a Little Panic?
So, the website promised gleaming white walls, a lobby that whispered "opulence," and staff who practically materialized with your every whim. And, alright, the lobby was pretty swanky. Marble everywhere! It's always a bit much, isn't it? Like, "We're fancy!" But you know, fancy is good, right? I mean, it's a vacation. The doorman was a statuesque Adonis in a perfectly pressed uniform. I felt slightly underdressed in my travel sweatpants. (Packing tip: always bring something that screams "I belong here," even if you're only wearing it for five minutes.)
Accessibility: Graceful, Mostly
Now, I had to really pay attention to accessibility because… well, because it's important! And the hotel did a decent job. Plenty of ramps everywhere. The elevators were clearly marked and big enough for a wheelchair, though I didn't actually need a wheelchair, I appreciated the thought that everyone is considered! The public restrooms were also surprisingly spacious. I did manage to stumble across a door that didn't open automatically. That's the kind of thing that could trip up a guest (metaphorically of course). The staff were all really eager to help, but sometimes, that eagerness can feel a little…overbearing? A little less hovering and a little more "just let me breathe" would be appreciated.
On-Site Restaurants/Lounges: A Culinary Adventure (Sometimes a Messy One)
Okay, let's talk food. Because, let's be honest, that's a HUGE part of any hotel experience.
The "Fancy Pants" Restaurant: This was the one with the white tablecloths and the waiters who seemed to know more about the wine list than I know about my own bank account. The food was ambitious. Some dishes were truly divine – melt-in-your-mouth scallops, a risotto that could bring a tear to your eye. Others…well, let's just say the deconstructed Caesar salad was "interesting" (read: not exactly a salad). Service, at times, felt a little too formal. Like, can we just relax and chat about our day? But hey, the view was killer.
The Poolside Bar: This place was a lifesaver. Casual, breezy, and serving up some genuinely delicious (and reasonably priced) cocktails. The burgers were spot-on, the fries were crispy, and the staff were friendly and actually smiled! This is where I spent most of my time.
- Quirky observation: I swear, the bartender could remember everyone's order, even if they only mumbled it once. It's like he had a photographic memory for mojitos.
Desserts in Restaurant: The desserts are very good! However it is more of the same, the presentation is beautiful, but a little bit repetitive.
Ways to Relax: Oh, the Spa Life! (And the Occasional Panic Attack)
The spa. Ah, the spa. I’m usually a spa girl, you know, the kind who envisions herself floating in a pool of essential oils, being kneaded by a massage goddess. This spa… well, it was… an experience.
Body Scrub & Wrap: I decided to go all-out. The body scrub was bliss – all that dead skin sloughed away, leaving me feeling like a newborn…but then came the body wrap. I was swaddled in what felt like a giant, warm, slightly damp blanket. I’m a little claustrophobic to begin with. I started to panic a little! I mean, I am supposed to be getting pampered! I should start by asking for more room. It ended up being relaxing.
Pool with View: The view was incredible here, overlooking the sea.
Sauna, Steamroom, Spa/ Sauna, and Foot bath: The sauna and steam room were well-maintained, hot, and the foot bath was a nice touch.
Massage: The massage was good! Very good. Maybe a little too good, because I fell asleep. (Don't tell anyone!)
Fitness Center, Gym/ Fitness: I love that this hotel offers a fitness center.
Cleanliness and Safety: Covid-Conscious, But…?
Okay, let's talk about the elephant in the room: COVID. This hotel tried. They really did. Face masks for staff, hand sanitizer everywhere. Room sanitization opt-out available. They had anti-viral cleaning products, and staff trained in safety protocol. But sometimes, it felt… superficial. Yes, there was a physical distancing of at least 1 meter, but sometimes it felt like they were just going through the motions. * Anecdote: I saw a guest sneeze without covering their mouth near the breakfast buffet (buffet in restaurant). And then continue directly to the food! Cue my internal screaming.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: The Good, The Bad, and the "Bring Your Own Snacks"
Breakfast [buffet], Breakfast service, Buffet in restaurant: The breakfast buffet was…a mixed bag. The croissants were amazing, but the scrambled eggs tasted suspiciously like they came from a box.
Asian breakfast, Asian cuisine in restaurant: The Asian breakfast was delicious, full of flavors, and well made!
Happy hour: The bar area was very spacious, and all the drinks were very well done.
Poolside bar: The poolside bar was the best!
Room service and Breakfast in room: Very good! I recommend getting the breakfast in room at least once!
Services and Conveniences: The Great, the Good, and the Slightly Annoying
- Concierge: Incredibly helpful. They managed to get me reservations at a restaurant that was booked solid for weeks.
- Internet, Internet [LAN], Internet services, Wi-Fi in public areas and Wi-Fi [free]: They boasted about free Wi-Fi everywhere. It was… okay. The signal in my room was spotty at times.
- Facilities for disabled guests: Great!
- Laundry service and Dry cleaning: Expensive, but efficient.
- Luggage storage: Efficient and quick.
- Gift/souvenir shop: Overpriced tourist tat. Avoid.
- Cash withdrawal and Currency exchange: Always useful.
For the Kids: Fun for all? (Mostly)
The hotel seemed geared toward families. They advertised for kids, Babysitting service, Family/child friendly, Kids facilities, and Kids meal. * Quirky observation: I saw a child throw a tantrum in the middle of the lobby. The staff handled it with remarkable grace. I wanted to give them all gold medals.
Available in all rooms: The Comforts of Home (Kind Of)
- Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathrobes - Good!
- Bathroom phone - I don't know why this still exists.
- Bathtub - Great! After a day at the spa!
- Blackout curtains, Carpeting, Closet, Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea - All good!
- Daily housekeeping - The staff were lovely.
- Extra long bed, Free bottled water - Very good!
- Hair dryer, High floor, In-room safe box - Good!
- Internet access – LAN, Internet access – wireless, Ironing facilities, Laptop workspace, Linens, Mini bar, Mirror - Good!
- Non-smoking, On-demand movies, Private bathroom, Reading light, Refrigerator - Great!
- Safety/security feature, Satellite/cable channels, Scale, Seating area, Separate shower/bathtub, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Socket near the bed, Sofa - Very good!
- Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Umbrella, Visual alarm, Wake-up service, Window that opens - excellent!
Getting Around: Easy, Breezy (Mostly)
- Airport transfer, Bicycle parking, Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site], Car power charging station, Taxi service, Valet parking: The airport transfer was smooth. The free parking was a bonus.
The Verdict: A Solid "Definitely Recommend with a But…"
Would I recommend this hotel? Yes, absolutely. But… with a few caveats. If you're looking for a perfect, flawless experience, maybe keep looking. This place is more like a charming, slightly quirky, but ultimately lovely friend. It has its flaws
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Alright, buckle up buttercups. This isn't your sanitized, perfectly-planned travel brochure itinerary. This is real life at the Copper Mountain Motel Superior, and boy, does it have stories to tell.
Day 1: Arrival (and the Great Pillowcase Debacle)
9:00 AM: Leave the house. Already running late. Coffee spilled down the front of my favorite travel shirt (the one with the tiny elephants). Sigh. This is a sign. Praying the drive isn't a disaster.
12:00 PM: Arrive at Copper Mountain Motel Superior. Let me tell you, "superior" is a very generous adjective. It's…charming. In a "lived-in" kind of way. The lobby smells vaguely of Pine-Sol and regret.
12:15 PM: Check-in. The woman at the front desk, bless her heart, looks like she hasn't gotten a full night's sleep since the Reagan administration. She hands me a key, and I swear I heard the tumblers click. "Room 203," she croaks. "Have a pleasant stay." I smile, but my heart already knows better.
12:30 PM: Enter Room 203. Okay, it's… functional. I've seen worse. (I once stayed in a hostel in Prague that had a resident cockroach named Bartholomew. This is objectively better.) The bedspread? A floral explosion of questionable origin. I'll give it this, the view of the parking lot is…unobstructed. Which is more than I can say for my view back home!
12:45 PM: The Pillowcase Debacle. Unpack. Start fluffing pillows. Oh. My. God. One pillowcase is suspiciously damp. Not just a little damp, like someone's been drooling on it all night. Damp damp. Like…a spill, a leak…something. I am immediately overwhelmed with disgust, like, on a deep and gut level.
12:50 PM: Drag my luggage back to the front desk. The woman looks at me, eyebrow raised. I explain, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice. She sighs, grabs a replacement pillowcase from a drawer, and gives me a look that could curdle milk. "These things happen," she says, as if I am the problem. I feel like I have already failed at everything today.
1:00 PM: Finally, back in Room 203. Pillowcase replaced. I'm officially over it. I head out to explore the mountain.
1:30 PM- 5:00 PM: Skiing! Or, let's be honest, attempting to ski. I'm a terrible skier. There's this glorious moment, sometimes, where I’m like wind in the trees, going fast. Then, invariably, I trip. I spend most of the afternoon sliding on my butt, giggling like a maniac. The mountain's gorgeous, but I'm pretty sure I'm developing a permanent collection of bruises. The lift lines are an absolute mob. The sun eventually starts to go down. I want something warm now, okay?
6:00 PM: Dinner at the Copper Mountain Lodge restaurant. They serve massive portions. I order a burger, and it's practically the size of my head. I accidentally spill ketchup down my front. Again. The burger is good, though. Like, melt-in-your-mouth, "worth every slightly questionable choice I made today" kind of good.
7:30 PM: Retire to my room. My legs feel like they've been run over by a truck. I watch bad reality TV and consider calling it a night.
10:00 PM: Okay, finally asleep.
Day 2: Embrace the Chaos (and the Unexpected Hot Tub)
- 7:00 AM: Wake up. Another questionable pillowcase. I decide to roll with it.
- 7:30 AM: Coffee and stale pastries from the motel's "complimentary" continental breakfast. Pretty sure those muffins have been there since yesterday. I’d rather not think about it.
- 8:00 AM: More skiing! Attempt #2. This time, I make it down a blue run without falling. Victory is mine! It lasted for about a half hour.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch at a random ski chalet. I'm starving. I order a chili with a side of fries, which I then proceed to spill all over myself. Again. I’m starting to suspect I’m secretly cursed.
- 1:00 PM: Back on the slopes. The sun is shining, and even the snow seem to give me a generous smile. I actually start to feel like I'm getting the hang of this thing. (Yeah, right.)
- 4:00 PM: The Great Hot Tub Discovery. After a long afternoon of humiliation and snow, I return to the motel for a drink. On a complete whim and only because I feel the chill, I go exploring. There, behind the laundry room, is a little hot tub! No sign. No mention. Just…a hot tub. I’m not sure it's technically open to motel guests. But let’s just say, at this point, I’m not asking questions. I soak for a long while. It's bliss. Literal, pure bliss. All the aches and spills and frustrations of the last two days just…melt away. This, my friends, is the reason to travel.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner: I find a local dive bar and consume a massive plate of nachos and some cheap draft brew. Chat with the bartender, who looks like he's seen it all (and probably has). He gives me some local tips about the mountain. I'm starting to love this place.
- 8:00 PM: Back at Room 203. I watch TV. This time, I am too tired to care about anything.
- 10:00 PM: Sleep.
Day 3: The Departure (and the lingering scent of Pine-Sol)
- 8:00 AM: Wake Up. Coffee and toast.
- 9:00 AM: Pack. Check out. Say goodbye to the kind lady at the front desk. I feel as if I know her well and want to know her entire life. Wish her well. I’m sentimental, I guess.
- 10:00 AM: One last run down the mountain. (I still fall.)
- 12:00 PM: Buy a souvenir: a hideous Copper Valley t-shirt. I’ll wear it with pride.
- 1:00 PM: Head home, already plotting my return.
So, yeah. That's it. It wasn't perfect. It was messy. It was filled with questionable pillowcases and spilled chili. But you know what? I wouldn't trade those three days for anything. The Copper Mountain Motel Superior? It might not be "superior," but it was real. And sometimes, that's all you need. And after a few days after this trip, I’ll be saying I should have just stayed there all along.
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Do I *really* need to be productive all the time? Seriously?
Ugh. The productivity thing. My nemesis. Look, I *know* I should probably, like, schedule my day and prioritize tasks and all that jazz. I tried. Honestly, I *really* tried the bullet journals and the apps. Felt like I was running a factory... *of anxiety*.
I remember this one time, I thought I was going to conquer it – the *perfect* day. Wake up at 6, meditate, write for an hour, exercise, eat *clean*, work on… oh, you get the picture. I even bought those fancy gel pens for the bullet journal. (They were so PRETTY, by the way. RIP, gel pen dreams.)
...Didn’t even make it to 8. Hit snooze. Twice. Then just laid there *thinking* about how unproductive I was being. Which, ironically, made me even *less* productive. It spiraled. Ended up eating a whole bag of chips and watching cat videos. Hey, at least the cats seemed happy, right?
My takeaway? Some days, NO, you don't need to be productive. Some days you just need to breathe and allow yourself to *be*. It's okay. Really. But don't ask me how to actually *make* that happen, because I'm still working on it...
How do you deal with… *that* feeling, you know, when everything feels overwhelming?
Ah, the existential dread. The crushing weight of the to-do list. The feeling that you're, like, perpetually behind? Yeah, I know it *intimately*. It’s like trying to juggle chainsaws while riding a unicycle on a tightrope. Fun, right?
For me, it usually manifests as a weird mix of wanting to both scream and curl up into a ball. And the only way out... often doesn't have a clear path. Ugh.
What *actually* works? Honestly? Sometimes just admitting it. To myself, to a friend, to my dog (She’s a great listener, even if she only understands "treat"). Saying, “Okay, I feel like crap. This is overwhelming.” It sounds simple, but it breaks the cycle. The very *acknowledgement* makes it a little less suffocating.
And then… (and this is NOT a guaranteed cure, mind you) distraction. Sometimes. Not the *avoidance* type, mind you. Sometimes distraction is needed. Like, instead of obsessing over the mountain of emails, I might go for a walk in the woods. The smell of pine needles and the sound of the birds… it’s almost meditative. Almost… Until I trip over a root and remember that I have an email to send. Even then, it is better than the alternative, so I just continue to do it.
Oh, and chocolate. Chocolate helps. Don't judge me.
What's the deal with comparing yourself to other people? Because UGH.
Ugh. Comparison. The thief of joy. Seriously. It's like there's this constant internal monologue going on, whispering, "They're doing better." "They're prettier." "They're *happier*…” It's exhausting. And it’s usually the highlight reel versus my very messy reality.
I remember a specific incident when I was in university. There was this *amazing* woman in my classes. Smart, stylish, always had perfectly crafted essays handed in on time. I, on the other hand, was usually scrambling to print things at the last minute, sleep-deprived from staying up late (okay, mostly because I was procrastinating), and my essays? Well… let’s just say they were “rough drafts” at best. Basically, it was a disaster.
Comparing myself to her was brutal. I felt like a total failure. I’d spend so much time fretting about how *she* was doing that I would struggle to do anything well myself, so I would go through all the things that I did poorly and I couldn’t do anything else.
It took me a while (and a few breakdowns) to realize that her perfectly composed life was probably, well, not *perfect*. And that my messy, slightly chaotic life was *fine*. That comparison? It was just a distraction from my own path. And honestly, it wasn't serving me. I still catch myself doing it, mind you. It's a work in progress. We all do, right? But the second I realize I’m doing it, I have to pull myself back, lest I completely succumb to the green-eyed monster.
What's the secret to… ya know... adulting? Because I'm pretty sure I'm still pretending.
The secret? HA! If I knew the secret, I'd be on a beach right now, sipping something fruity and expensive. Instead, I'm here, answering questions about... life.
I think the biggest secret is... there is no secret. Nobody *really* knows what they're doing. We're all just winging it. Some of us are just better at faking it than others. I'm not perfect, mind you. I frequently forget important appointments. I have a mountain of laundry that rivals Mount Everest. I can burn water. (I have a gift.)
But, there are a few things I *think* help. Like, trying to be kind to yourself. And making sure you have coffee. And maybe, occasionally, doing a load of laundry. And never, EVER, trust the people who claim to *have* the secret. They're lying. Or, at the very least, they're selling something.
Just breathe, and try to remember to pay your taxes. (Unless, of course, you happen to have a tax lawyer on hand.) And accept that sometimes, adulting looks like a total clown show. And sometimes, it’s just okay. Seriously, it is.
How do you handle feeling like you're "not enough"?
Oh, the familiar ache of inadequacy. I feel it sometimes. It's that little voice whispering that I'm not smart enough, creative enough, pretty enough, successful enough... the list goes on, and on. It's a nasty beast, that one, because it never seems to be satisfied. No matter what you do, it’s like a bottomless pit.
I've tried fighting it. I tried to reason with it. I've tried to ignore it. You name it. Sometimes it works; usually, it doesn't. I think the key is to *acknowledge* it. To say, "Hey, I'm feeling like crap right now. I'm feeling like I'm not enough." And then, try to figure out *why*. Where is this coming from?
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