Words, Photo and Captions KARI MEDIG couldn’t remember if I’d ever ridden a bike to a ski hill before. It was a July morning in Copenhagen, Denmark, and Google Maps dropped me from my hotel into a peloton of fellow cyclists winding through the city’s bike lane labyrinth. The café-lined streets turned into a wooded bike path on the edge of a more industrial part of town. On a bridge over crystalline water, I stopped and caught a glimpse of my summit objective. Framed by the trees on the horizon was a striated silver wedge: a building to be sure, but also a synthetic mountain. I could barely make out the silhouette of a T-bar on its roof. Rising above it all like a Patagonian spire, a smokestack with a wispy puff of smoke. It was my first glimpse of Amager Bakke, known colloquially as Copenhill, an architectural wonder and home to a year-round ski culture hundreds of miles from any mountain ranges. I CLOCKWISE FROM TOP LEFT Jakob Ebskamp, the marketing manager at CopenHill, rides a rail on the lower mountain in Cophenhagen in July. Tourists Jonathan Anchell and Julian Compagni Portis skied for an hour at CopenHill during a trip to the Danish capital. Skiers on the T-bar on the upper slopes of CopenHill in the industrial Amager District. Nis Jacobsen helps his son Vester, age six, ski down the lower slopes of CopenHill. They both play hockey--hence the unorthodox ski gear. Copenhagen 067
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