It's 10pm and I'm in a cheap (figuratively and not literally) hotel bed in Denver. I'm trying to coax an ounce of creativity for this blog I'm supposedly keeping. My laptop has been staring ominously at me for a couple hours but I'm not in the mood and I really don't want my first entry being about what has been the hardest 24 hours of our month long road trip. I like to think I'm a positive person, but after 11 days of trade show/ product thumping my patience is wearing a little thin. I'm pretty sick of t
Jess in Denveralking about skiing and not doing it; especially when it's good back home.
My 3 year old, who had her first meltdown of the trip tonight, has fallen asleep on the couch. She's exhausted from voicing the rebellion of her circumstances. It probably won't be long till I'm up with her for the rest of the night because she never sleeps well when she cries herself to sleep. I gotta hand it to the SIA, who have provided free childcare for parents attending the Snow Show this year. Without them, Jess and I both couldn't have worked today. It's not their fault that my daughter hates daycare. They've done a great job and to provide a chance for families to stick together by mixing business and life is really cool.
We woke up this morning in Nick W's house, a fast friend, who I just met 3 weeks earlier in Revelstoke at the start of this road trip month. Generous to a fault, Nick, to me, represents one of the best parts about travelling, which is meeting good people. It's pretty awesome to be on the receiving end of kindness of a stranger in the shred brotherhood. Not only did Nick put up my clan up at his bachelor condo last night but he moved out of his own room to make it happen. I've known the guy for two conversations and within just a few minutes of showing up at his place, he was off and we were sitting in his house by ourselves. It's refreshing to see how strangers can trust each other. BTW-Nick also makes Fortitude skis. Check em out if you need a new pair.
Of course we wouldn't have needed Nick if I could have just made the decision about what hotel we were going to stay at in Denver but none of them seemed to fit. Traveling with a 3 year old isn't exactly conducive to sitting in restaurants for every meal and all the nice expensive downtown hotels barely even came with a fridge, let alone a microwave that we could at least hammer out a mac n cheese during an emergency. The search for a hotel with a kitchen, an indoor pool, and a rate that was even remotely affordable landed us somewhere in booneyville. This is of course, pretty much where we are staying anyways, minus the pool. Is it a bad thing that my face looks like I've spent the day in the Dominican Republic? This means that I'm totally alergic and stuffed up to whatever it is that's living in this hotel room
So here I sit, feeling sorry for myself in the Denver downtown outskirts, while many friends and aquaintences laugh it up at the Salomon party across the river. It is the first night of SIA. Hopefully we can turn things around tomorrow.
ella asleep
