Summit Up 2-2-11: Hats off to the memory of Jake the Copper Mountain dog |

Summit Up 2-2-11: Hats off to the memory of Jake the Copper Mountain dog

Special to the DailyJake, Copper Mountain's unofficial mascot dog, died recently of liver cancer.

Good morning and welcome to Summit Up, the world’s only daily column that would like to say a thing or two about the tutu. It is, of course, 2-2-11 (and the two “1”s next to each other can also be read as a “2”) so it seemed appropriate. Also, we’re sure somewhere in the world, at the very minute you are reading this sentence, someone is putting on a tutu. Either they are a young girl getting ready for a dance recital, a comic actor doing a spoof skit of “Black Swan” or just some strange fellow alone in his basement apartment bored out of his mind. (For sanity’s sake, though, let’s focus on that pure image of the young girl in the tutu.)

Anyway, we’ve always wondered who came up with the idea to have this really quite silly garment. It serves no useful function – it will not protect you from the cold, it hides nothing, it doesn’t keep the sun off you, etc. According to this website

“The word tutu is a corruption of cucu, French baby talk for cul-cul meaning roughly ‘botty-wotty’ (for bottom). Legend has it that the term was first used by commoners who, unlike the wealthy sitting in the upper levels of the ballet theatres, were seated in the lower levels. These commoners would look up at the dancer and had a very different view of the ballet. ‘Tutu’ refers to the area seen under the ballerinas’ skirts. The derivation of the name not nearly as elegant, beautiful and romantic as the garment itself!”

OK, enough about tutus.


We have a bit of a pet obit here from Erin Robison of Copper Mountain and Portland, Ore. Erin writes thusly:

“My 9-1/2 year-old golden retriever Jake (who was on the cover of your paper June 23, 2009, pictured sitting in a golf cart at Copper Creek) died of liver cancer on Jan 28, 2011. I know everyone thinks their dog is the BEST, but if you ask around the East Village at Copper Mountain you will hear that Jake was a beloved dog to many, many people.

“I was transferred to Portland three years ago, but because Jake had such an amazing life at Copper, Wayne Eslinger agreed to take care of him part of the year. I did not have the heart to take him away from all of his friends at Copper. Jake has been the unofficial Copper mascot his entire life – it was a role he did not take lightly. Jake knew it was his duty to bring people back to Copper. From the time Jake was 6 months he would lie outside of JJ’s Rocky Mountain Tavern entertaining the tourists and locals. Shaking their hands, giving high fives and, for the special ones, rolling over. Allowing children to climb on him, pull his hair and take hundreds of photographs. Allowing tipsy apres skiers to talk loudly about how beautiful he was and how amazing he would just calmly sit there waiting for his daddy to get off work. Jake would do all this in hopes it would be the night a child, tipsy apres skier or a JJ’s crew member would remember Jake’s passion – JJ’s french fries.

“When summer would come, Jake would entertain the golfers and sun himself in a golf cart outside JJ’s. He was lucky enough to ride with the ranger, or even help sell drinks with the bev cart girls once in awhile. Jake was even allowed to play glow ball and tug of war with the Copper Creek staff.

“Jake was the BEST dog and led an incredible life thanks to the many people that loved him. His numerous adventures included watching sunsets and sunrises in countless states, attending the JJ’s annual Moab camping trip, tubing at Copper Mountain, riding to the top of Vail Pass on a bike in a backpack ears flapping in the wind at 9 weeks old, living many months out of the year in Portland with his Mommy, climbing 14ers, mountain biking hundreds of miles and putting a smile on every ones face who saw him. Jake taught his 2-year-old best-friend Kota all his tricks. Wayne, Kota and I are heartbroken for the loss of Jake, but know he will never be forgotten.”

Ah, we’re sorry to hear about the passing of Jake – certainly a good dog off to doggy heaven before his time. Thanks for the memories, Erin.


We get a lot of strange e-mails from people in other lands – as we’re sure all of you do. But this one stood out and we thought we’d share:

Hello My Dearest: My name is Miss Ramia, As I whisper my prayer tonight and went into search for a nice friend in ( I came across your contact,My mind and my heart told me to contact you for friendship, A friend who truly understand his or her friend and share their feelings together. please kindly accept my request,I believe that distance can never be a barrier but let’s love connect us because love is a bridge that connected far distance to be close to each other,I will send my pictures to you immediately i receive your reply

yours In Love,

Miss Ramia.

Nice, huh? Like the winner of a bad spam poetry contest. OK, we out …

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