I thankfully returned to DC yesterday after spending three days in the Blue Ridge mountains at an office “retreat.”
Now, some might consider this sort of trip a real perk of corporate life. But for me, an introvert who really has to put the charm on to get through work interaction, it was a draining experience.
(ok, ok, I did get to spend a glorious afternoon riding a galloping horse named Thunder through butterfly-strewn fields, but still! three whole days with your co-workers trapped on a mountain with no access to anything and a bar whose last call is 10:30pm??!!).
The mountains may be beautiful but it was so quiet at night there that I got insomnia. I became convinced that I was going to be killed by some roving band of mountain maniacs (cue banjos).
Funny, I never feel that way in the city. I can always sleep, lulled by sirens and other late-night sounds. I guess I’m just not cut out for the country.
However, if any of you country-hungry folk out there are looking for a mountain retreat some three hours from the city, this idyllic place might just be what you are after…
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs