After a day of softness that only comes from a steady, falling snow, the valley woke to a glistening bluebird powder day.
Under normal circumstances, the Gondy line would be down to the plaza with locals and visitors teeming for a chance at some spring powder turns. The Bowl would be back-to-back with go-getters rearing for some face shots and beers would be cracked and wine popped at numerous après ski locations around town.
Today, that is not the case. Today, we are in day 30 of the COVID-19 shutdown.
The chairlifts sit empty, hotels are closed, restaurants are shuttered and a hush looms up-and-down the Valley.
This complete shutdown of society has given us a rare opportunity to see things differently or more clearly.
As I was gliding along the skin track today, I found myself asking, what is Aspen? What is Aspen when the resorts close? When the chairlifts stop spinning? When the hotels and restaurants shutdown? What is Aspen when tourism is no longer the center of life?
I think this question, like many of life’s questions, has countless answers for different people. But as I trudged along on the skin track simply enjoying the silence of fresh snow, I couldn’t help but notice how many people were making their way up the mountain as well. I couldn’t help but notice our community.