Most of the excitement happened Friday and Saturday, so Sunday was a fairly low-key day in OR land. Spent it just touching base with the folks I had met earlier (spent a LONG time chatting with awesome Emily at Clif Bar!)
After watching the takedown (very impressed with the efficiency of the takedown crew!) of the show, decided to do some photographic meandering of SLC. It truly is a beautiful town, ESPECIALLY near the Capital and Temple Square. The LDS certainly knows how to create architecture to celebrate its faith!
While meandering, wandered through one of the tourist center buildings and started to explore some family history and was shortly greeted by two young missionaries, a woman from France and another from Colombia. While I respect the fervor the missionaries have for their faith, their desire to share it, and the journey they undertake in the form of their mission, I will not be converting anytime soon. Or ever, most likely. As they showed me around Temple Square, I tried to turn the questioning back on them as much as possible. Not to be rude. I enjoy hearing stories from the life journeys of others (and with this pair it was neat because the French woman had grown up within the LDS, while the one from Colombia had been the initial convert from Catholicism in her family, so intriguing perspectives). However, one’s faith journey is tremendously personal, and I am quite certain that their end goal was to score a convert, and I did not want to reward their kindness with words relating that I was not going to help them meet that goal.
One last night in SLC! Stayed there rather than heading to Park City (Sundance heyyo!) because I planned to FINALLY immerse myself in genealogy on Monday (the Family History Library is closed on Sundays; otherwise would have done it then).
As was the pattern of the weekend, spent more time than initially planned at the library, but found out quite a good amount of my family history and learned some techniques to finding out details as well as how to utilize certain types of records (draft cards, censuses, ship logs) to aid my search. However, while I was able to go back a decent amount of generations on my mom’s side within my time constraints, I was unable to go further back than my dad’s parents on his side of the family tree. I hope that sometime my parents (and perhaps more of the fam) can come out to SLC and we can all explore our heritage together, as the FH Library requires at least a couple of full days of intense immersion in order to scrounge up a significant amount of information.
And onward to Park City! Arrived in early afternoon, and parked just about a half mile from Main Street. Very cute little ski town downtown for sure. The second place I meandered into (after a little boutique) was a house being set up for a post-outdoor-film-screening party. Interesting timing, as I walked in at the same time as a woman (and her posse) who apparently was a cast member in one of the films. The woman in charge of the party, who used to do some marketing work for Teva, was a little more Sundance/LA than OR, as she made a big deal of gifting the starlet with a nice down jacket while offering the rest of us little beanies. Not a huge deal, as I understand why. I was honestly more unimpressed with the starlet, as she was not supremely appreciative but still expectant. She continually exclaimed that the jack was completely not her style, yet did she turn it down, or make any reference to giving it to people who could use it? Nope, sure didn’t! Because after all, starlets are definitely in need of free goods. I don’t intend to ride a high horse by implying that I turn away free goods on the principle that others could use them more than myself. That being said, when I do procure comped items, I either do so in order to share info about them (such as with the Handful bra and the Ex Officio undies) or I *do* give them away (sent some of the jackets and candies to my mom and sister, and gave away some Clif product and jackets to some of the homeless folks I encountered on the street in SLC. Amusing story: after I gave a dude on the street some bars, he asked me to dinner. While I’m sure he was hungry for conversation and company in addition to food, it still bothers me when asked to do stuff like go out when it will so obviously be on my dime. If *I* ask, I’ll ante up if necessary. But that’s when I am interested in a dude, and besides, I am not exactly in a stupendous financial situation at the moment either.) I can only hope that this Hollywood hopeful is the type of person who does give such things away or gives back in some other manner to fully celebrate the blessings she has been given.
After the starlet and her posse left, I was able to chat briefly with the former Teva woman, though, as was epidemic throughout my experience in Park City, I felt distinct air of inauthenticity (and not just regarding her bleached blonde tresses and überpink lips). I appreciated hearing some of her story of what she did with Teva, but was not sad to excuse myself and continue on my way!
The energy in Park City surprised me. Not in a positive nor a negative manner, it was simply different than my expectation. Perhaps it was due to the fact that it was a Monday afternoon, and people there reserved their energies for partying and glamour for the weekends. I was thinking that I would feel tingles of excitement for amazing film as I explored Main Street; that the purveyors whose stores lined the streets and those who set up temporary shop for their own festival purposes would be enthusiastically welcoming in potential customers/viewers in. What I found was more aptly characterized as “tired” in myriad senses of the word: fatigued and unimpressed. I suspect that having just come from OR, where I was surrounded by my people, did not facilitate my adjustment to the Sundance scene!
The saving grace of my time in Park City? Stopping in a spot that advertised having a charging station (which was quite a relief, my phone was dwindling!) and making the acquaintance of a producer from LA by way of Wales as we both waited for our phones to charge. Among many other film-unrelated topics, he told me about the film he had just wrapped up with Josh Hartnett and a Bollywood star that they had filmed in India. The plot sounds like the movie has potential to be decent; later in the year we will see how the execution turned out. (The current title is Singularity http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1321869/)
After making my way up and down Main Street, I started to feel the effects of sleeping in my car for four nights and taking in non-vegan and gluten-containing items (despite being armed with GlutenEase, was no bueno! And so much sugar, VERY glad to be detoxing right now!), so I started heading back to the bubble, the glorious Republic of Boulder. Luckily there was no crazy trucker this time, but there was snow! After driving about halfway, my sleepy eyelids strongly suggested that I pull over for the night, so I parked roadside on some obscure exit to sleep for a few hours before the final bit of my journey the following morning.
Now that I have subjected you to a lengthy recap of my road trip, I will share (a more concise!) version of the highlights!
Obviously I enjoyed OR more than Sundance. While networking/making connections and scoring some sweet schwag was an added bonus, my favorite aspect of OR was the variety of seminars and talks. Donna Carpenter’s presentation on women in the outdoor industry was empowering and has spurred my own interest in learning more about the OIWC http://www.oiwc.org/ As for the social media discussion: that will require its own post, as I took quite a few notes and have a comparable number of thoughts to share.
Phew! Lots of writing today! I hope I haven’t overstayed my welcome at Pekoe!
Have you gone on any adventures that bridge that gap between mini and grand, or that hover in the space between because they simultaneously possess traits of both?
Enjoy your adventures,