One of the perks of my job (besides free internet access and a climate-controlled cube set to 'glacial') is that I occasionally get to work on cool projects for cool clients. This is relatively rare--I've spent most of the year trying to sell supplemental insurance and high-yield corporate notes--but when someone says, "Hey CroutonBoy, we need your help with a Colorado ski resort chain...are you interested?" the hardest part is not giving the messenger an open-mouth kiss.
So last week I flew out to Colorado to meet the client, pitch their internet-strategy, and generally look handsome and smart. It just so happens that I also happened to know the client from waaay back in a former life, and she pulled some strings and set me and Oodgie up with a weekend at a fancy new resort they just opened. You know, to do some research.
Now, before everyone gets jealous (and you should be) you should note the date. Despite the presence of several feet of fresh powder the resorts themselves have closed for the season. This wasn't necessarily a bad thing, as it saved Oodgie the embarrassment of watching me learn to snowboard. But it did mean that things were...quiet.
How quiet? This quiet.
We had our run of the place. No annoying crowds. Incredible sales on winter gear and ski supplies. The undivided attention of the resort staff.
Shuttered shops and restaurants. Tour companies who don't return phone calls. Empty hallways. Tumbleweeds. Literally.
I couldn't shake the feeling that it was chapter 7 of The Stand and Randall Flagg would come strutting around the corner.
But the deafening silence actually helped us relax, and in the end it was great to get away for a luxurious romantic weekend on the cheap. I managed to avoid the internet for a few days, and it felt like we were gone for much longer than we actually were. Can't complain about that.
But now I'm back. I'm certain there'll be plenty to complain about soon. Stay tuned.