Every September I head up to Beaver Creek in Colorado for a mining conference. At 9,000ft up in the Rockies, it’s one of the most scenic conferences we attend. The conference format is one-on-one meetings; company management teams and investment delegates locked in small, anemic cubicles. The industry reps try their best to sound enthusiastic as they make their investment pitch for the 37th time in 2 days to the bored bankers. It’s hard work to be sure, but one thing keeps me going; something I look forward to every year- a sordid little secret that I keep to myself.
Sexy Time
When the show finishes on the Friday afternoon, I jump into my sensible mid-priced rental car and hit the I70 heading for Denver. It’s not my favourite road. It’s busy, twisty and in shit condition with traffic cops all over the place. The 2-hour drive to Denver can seem much longer if the weather’s bad. But it’s all worth it when I pull into the car park at the Denver Mineral Show, put on my geo-nerd cosplay outfit, and step into the first of the 3 giant exhibition halls. Crystal sexy time is here!
