As a human race we have been talking about turning off the computer since Obi Wan’s omnipresent, posthumous voice urged Luke to do so during his gauntlet run to destroy the Death Star in the first (fourth) Star Wars. This occurred either in 1977 or “a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…,” depending on one’s point of view.
And five films and 30+ years later, we here at PlumpJack are still urging you to turn off the machines and rely on your personal Force powers. Leave Internet Explorer behind, text only when necessary, and experience life like our founder – Shakespeare’s rotund and merry-making John (Jack) Falstaff – First-Hand and Out-Loud!
Come up to the PlumpJack Squaw Valley Inn and stay in historic lodging built in 1959 for the 1960 Olympic Delegation. Slumber at the base of an Earth top ten ski resort in Squaw Valley, USA.
Go Ski! – and truly realize your inner Jedi.
We, of course, do have complimentary wireless internet if the necessity for a computer arises, but with all the mountain majesty – and food and drink fit for the administrator of Cloud City himself, Mr. Lando Calrissian – you shouldn’t need too much time with the .com’s.
A dawn or dusk meeting with the sun, some super low friction rides down a mountain of snow, or a hot-tub underneath the blessing of Tram Face should make up for any lost homepage-hoopla.
Luke of course “reached out and trusted his feelings”, turned off his targeting computer to the shock of Princess Leia and the others back in the rebel base, (who, of course, faced complete and impeding annihilation from said WMD if Luke’s torpedoes didn’t penetrate the area of mass vulnerability (AMV) roughly the size of a “wamprat” to set off the chain-reaction-implosion-super-nova of the Death Star.)
I understand the irony that I write this on a computer and that the only real means anyone might ever read this would be by computer.
But the fact is that the computer has become too powerful and nowadays all too often an agent of the Dark Side, robbing us of the complete experience and appreciation of right now!
“Feel, don’t think. Trust your instincts. Live for the moment.” A Jedi, a skier, an artist, a mother, a husband, a businessman, a doctor only realize apex potential when the extraneous disappears and the only thing relied upon is Yourself.
Simplify drastically. The 1960 Olympics featured the first use of a computer in electric timing. It was about the size of the Funitel building and about 1/1,000,000 as competent as an IPHONE. But it was the only computer here! And people no doubt watched the races and skating and competition with a super-heightened awareness because A.) there was no perpetual re-play accessible on command, and B.) they knew they were the only people in the world who would ever capture the transpiring drama.
Respiration and heart-beat and laughter and babies were once produced in a world without Apps. Lives were lived and love was found without constant vomiting and ingesting of status updates and tweets.
I gave someone a Squaw Trail Map the other day, and he looked at it with a fondness in his eye and said he did not need one because he had GPS on his phone that could “instantaneously pinpoint his location wherever he is at on like 100 ski resorts around the world, and that the fold-it-up-and-keep-in-you-pocket trail map is obsolete.”
Say it ain’t so! We’ve already song the death song of “ticket wickets” meaning my children will never experience the satisfaction of finally achieving competence folding a sticky square ticket over that three inch long acute isosceles triangle of metal. We can’t let computers lead to extinction the indelible trail map!
Let PlumpJack give you a human experience with as little computer interference as possible. Call us up and make a reservation with a live human voice right off the bat. Once you’re up here, engage in face to face conversation with us about the best spots on the mountain, the lake, the cuisine, the wine.
Become friends with us, like our guests that join us two or three times a month. If you see us on the hill, take a lap with us. We love this place. Leave as much technology as possible behind and let us show you the mountains wrapped in the quaintness, the humanness, indeed the live-life-out-loud manner of PlumpJack.
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