I TOLD you I would get back with you…
I know. I am slow. I would make excuses, but I just don’t feel like it. I have been working and enjoying myself while I can.
They have a free transportation system here that runs from 7:00 AM to Midnight every day that goes OVER the mountain to the next town. It consists of steel and plexiglass bubbles with you inside that hang from a cable suspended from towers like a ski lift, only you are completely enclosed. They call it the gondola. I call it unlikely as hell.
It is really a nice ride. I am scared of heights and rode the thing yesterday in a thunderstorm while munching an expensive burrito and felt safer than I would in a strip mall church. The views are indescribable. It is really a great ride. I think I will do it again today just for the hell of it. They close it next Sunday for maintenance and to get ready for the ski season.
In this town, the gondola is the only thing that is free. This is a tourist destination, and prices here are high as the mountains that surround the town. Bread and milk prices can scare the hell outta you. Restaurants get away with charging ten bucks for a sandwich and an eight dollar burger is considered a steal. A fast food chain would be drummed out of town with real organic drums made by impoverished Native Americans wearing all natural cloths. (It seems like that kinda town.)
From now until Thanksgiving is ‘between’ seasons and things are more relaxed. The stores are redecorating for the hordes of skiers that they hope will be coming and spending disposable dollars, while the restaurants are taking a break before they fill to overflowing again.
I consider myself lucky that the company that I work for is willing to pay me to come to these resort areas to work. I get paid to travel to places that people save to go to every year. It’s a good life if you don’t turn into a wiener.
