Hot Tub Time Machine: a movie that not only answered my long standing questions about hot tub time travel, but which is also set in a ski town. Combined with New Year’s inspired ruminations on the passage of time, this is a movie I can relate to.
WITH THE LAST few days of 2011 receding and 2012 close on the horizon, New Year’s has got me thinking about time. Where was I at the end of 2010 (chaperoning Big Sky’s Teens and Tweens New Year’s Party, to be exact), and where will I be at the end of 2011 (chaperoning the Big Sky Teens and Tweens New Year’s Party, to be exact)? It’s nice to look back over the year and see how far I’ve come.
But this year, I’m reflecting on time in a different way after watching the new 2010 classic Hot Tub Time Machine.
The film follows the story of four ski vacationing men in 2010 who are transported back to the 80s in their hot tub. The scenes are rich with vibrant neons and giant hair, skinny skis and leg warmers. The characters get a second shot at a fateful weekend of their past, and they begin to see how their smallest decisions affect the future.
This deep exploration into regret and second chances really got me thinking. Now I’m not just reflecting on where I was at this time last year, but I’m also thinking about where I was in 1986 (being born).
Luckily, I scored an orange onesie from just that era at a thrift shop last year, and neon is making a comeback in ski fashion: even if my hot tub doesn’t transport me back to 1986, it’s at least not too hard to imagine what it might have felt like to walk through the Mountain Village 25 years ago in a rockin’ 80s ski outfit, high-fiving now Big Sky GM Taylor Middleton working the front desk with a flat top.
With this new perspective on 80s ski culture and time travel, I’m using this New Year’s as a time to appreciate the more distant past of my lifetime. Sure I was barely a twinkle in my father’s eye when Big Sky was first opened, and yes I was in elementary school when the Lone Peak Tram was built, but that doesn’t stop me from appreciating the importance and influence of those events. I’m thankful I live in a world where I can ski from the top of Lone Peak, where my skis are wider than a pencil, and my neon onesie is my pond skim costume. And even if I spend another New Year’s in the exact same place I did last year, I know we’ve all come a long way since 1986.
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Living and working at the resort with an exceptionally high private hot tub:guest ratio, I’ve often thought about what might happen should my dip into the hot tub transport me back in time.
80s babes from Hot Tub Time Machine
80s babes from Big Sky Resort circa 2011 (yes, that's me in the orange onesie).
Big Sky Resort has an exceptionally high number of hot tubs.