"We wanted to create the quintessential mountain destination. And we're ahead of schedule."
Chris, the Montage Deer Valley General Manager, was about to guide us through his precious.
"We looked at Tahoe, Breckenridge, Whistler, Taos. . .Nothing even comes close to what we found here at Deer Valley. It was just ranked #1 again by Ski Magazine. And Salt Lake International is only 35-minutes away."
On cue, the meeting planners looked out of the shuttle's back window, over the mountains towards the city.
"You've got direct flights from New York, Los Angeles, Paris, Tokyo, Osaka [Not True], Mexico City, and about every other major city in the USA. Have you ever gone through customs here? A breeze."
We parked, put on hard hats, reflective vests, and signed waivers before walking up a rough concrete drive.
"The Montage is solidly invested in Park City. We've used local artisans wherever possible. Jake our coppersmith, down mountain in Heber, custom made all of our rain gutters and flashings. We'll have a signature restaurant serving Western American fare featuring grass-fed Utah beef and lamb. We have an apiculturist setting up hives this fall. We'll have the finest local cheeses paired with seasonal honeys originating from the meadow right outside your guestroom door."
We stepped over the threshold into a Bavarian Schloss of an entryway, with high beams, stone, and a mammoth fire place.
". . . And our canine ambassador, Monty, was born just yesterday. Can you imagine what a magical experience it will be for children to come here over the holidays year after year watching our Bernese Mountain dog grow with them?"
On to the meeting space, with ballroom-sized hallways spilling onto valley-view terraces.
"As a meeting planner, have you noticed how there is total cell phone blackout in hotel meeting spaces? Not here. We have technology that sends cell signals from every inch of wiring in the resort."
We toured some guestrooms and ended in the workout area.
"I wish I could show you the hundreds of thousands of hand-set mosaic tiles our artisans just finished laying." (Something about workout equipment.) ". . .Oh, that door might be open!"
We swarmed to a solid oak door separating the workout area from the spa. light flooded into a hall smelling of epoxy. I could make out the form of a two or three lane lap pool, plunge pools, hot tubs and steam rooms worthy of Diocletian. We admired in silence.
"Chris. What kind of media attention is this place getting? I'm terrified that once word gets out, I'll never be able book a room here, let alone afford this place."
He stood a little taller and cleared his voice. "We're keeping media exposure to a minimum. Architectural Digest will run a story as soon as we've finished."
Sunset now. The breeze tossed the aspens as we wrote our names on the backs of stones soon to be be installed in the porte cochere.
"We don't need a lot of hype."
Chris, the Montage Deer Valley General Manager, was about to guide us through his precious.
"We looked at Tahoe, Breckenridge, Whistler, Taos. . .Nothing even comes close to what we found here at Deer Valley. It was just ranked #1 again by Ski Magazine. And Salt Lake International is only 35-minutes away."
On cue, the meeting planners looked out of the shuttle's back window, over the mountains towards the city.
"You've got direct flights from New York, Los Angeles, Paris, Tokyo, Osaka [Not True], Mexico City, and about every other major city in the USA. Have you ever gone through customs here? A breeze."
We parked, put on hard hats, reflective vests, and signed waivers before walking up a rough concrete drive.
"The Montage is solidly invested in Park City. We've used local artisans wherever possible. Jake our coppersmith, down mountain in Heber, custom made all of our rain gutters and flashings. We'll have a signature restaurant serving Western American fare featuring grass-fed Utah beef and lamb. We have an apiculturist setting up hives this fall. We'll have the finest local cheeses paired with seasonal honeys originating from the meadow right outside your guestroom door."
We stepped over the threshold into a Bavarian Schloss of an entryway, with high beams, stone, and a mammoth fire place.
". . . And our canine ambassador, Monty, was born just yesterday. Can you imagine what a magical experience it will be for children to come here over the holidays year after year watching our Bernese Mountain dog grow with them?"
On to the meeting space, with ballroom-sized hallways spilling onto valley-view terraces.
"As a meeting planner, have you noticed how there is total cell phone blackout in hotel meeting spaces? Not here. We have technology that sends cell signals from every inch of wiring in the resort."
We toured some guestrooms and ended in the workout area.
"I wish I could show you the hundreds of thousands of hand-set mosaic tiles our artisans just finished laying." (Something about workout equipment.) ". . .Oh, that door might be open!"
We swarmed to a solid oak door separating the workout area from the spa. light flooded into a hall smelling of epoxy. I could make out the form of a two or three lane lap pool, plunge pools, hot tubs and steam rooms worthy of Diocletian. We admired in silence.
"Chris. What kind of media attention is this place getting? I'm terrified that once word gets out, I'll never be able book a room here, let alone afford this place."
He stood a little taller and cleared his voice. "We're keeping media exposure to a minimum. Architectural Digest will run a story as soon as we've finished."
Sunset now. The breeze tossed the aspens as we wrote our names on the backs of stones soon to be be installed in the porte cochere.
"We don't need a lot of hype."
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