This past weekend, we drove to Sundance resort. This is for us an annual ritual to drive 45 minute to that magical spot. Unlike most places in the “civilized” world, we always find the place totally unchanged, year after year.
Well, almost, because in the absence of obvious change or “new stuff”, the place ages. The buildings fade away, the wooden stairs split, the vegetation invades a little bit more.
A pessimist could say that the place is going to the dogs. I say that I'd love to be in charge of maintenance at that resort, because there would be nothing for me to do!
Employees are not engaged, seem absent-minded, as if the place had fallen asleep. Robert Redford, the owner, turned 81 in August and this might show...
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