A Life on the Road
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Back in the CityWhen I tell people where I've lived they ask me why I've moved around so much. I often say it is because I was a climber, but that's only half the story, there is life after climbing. It's funny the way life turns out, I don't want to call it fate or destiny, but I might call it chance. Sometimes opportunities, choices, present themselves, and you go with it. So far I think I've made the right choices but there's definitely been some luck in the process.Also, there seems to be some sort of universal mind, or at least common circuit, and a lot of my friends travel on it. When I was climbing it might be winter in Jackson Hole, spring in Yosemite, May in Alaska, July in the Bugaboos, October in Zion, Thanksgiving in Canyonlands with Heavy Duty, and one last trip to Joshua Tree in December. Nowadays I live among the jetset, urbanites, fashionistas, scenesters, and luxury adventurers; and somehow all of them seem to know each other. Is Facebook the culprit in connecting everyone, or maybe a travel article about Marrakech or NYC, or maybe I just know a lot of other nomads from all walks of life. Either way, life on the go doesn't really ever get that lonely.Aspen Powder DayI've been based out of Aspen for the last year or so. Living there, you meet people like Salamin Rushdie or Bill Clinton, the world really comes to you (if you've lived in a place that special, you know what I mean). The people that choose to move there, tend to come from the same cloth, i.e., movers and shakers. Be you a mover, or a shaker, you tend then to stay in touch with fellow shakers or movers along the way.
In the Pool at PS1
I was recently back in NYC after a year and a half. Some things had changed, mostly the bars. Everyone wanted to know the new phone number for Milk and Honey, and I somehow ended up at one of the hottest new clubs in town, Greenhouse, just by chance. PS1 had a lousy collection up (except for the pool), and the real action was still the graffiti across the street known as 5 Pointz. Megu seemed to be topping Nobu, (Hi Hero if you're out there), and RDV was the place to be in the Meat Packing District. Williamsburg was still full of hipsters, but now the drink prices have caught up the Manhatten prices, and there are far fewer waxed mustaches around. I even had time to see the Statue of Liberty with my parents who were visiting from Minnesota.
cock-a-doodle-memories...A week before that...I was back on the other coast. Somehow I ended up at Barbara Streisand's house, there were chickens (live, egg-laying, chickens), hanging out next to a replica barn, and a great view of Malibu. Abbot Kinney was still my favorite place to shop in the U.S. (screw SOHO), and I was challenged to a drunk dance-off at The Brig. The next morning I woke up on the couch of some Jackson Hole friends who'd relocated to Santa Monica, and I could still smell the vodka sweating out of my pores. I got in the elevator in a daze...and I think Larry David thought I was going to rob him.LarryHe didn't seem nearly as neurotic in real life, although, with the way I looked and smelled, I think he really did think I was going to mug him. He was wearing sweatpants and he told me he tore his hamstring when I asked him if he was going jogging.The Peninsula was very nice, great breakfast. The room was nice too.
We had some tiki drinks and Trader Vic's but were let down that it had been moved inside, next to the pool. It felt like we were at a MTV Spring Break party. Lame. Somewhere in there I was in Vegas. I think a week before. There was another party next to the pool at the Wynn. It also seemed like a MTV Spring Break party. Also lame.So... my point. Somewhere Near South AmericaI ended up texting most of my friends in NYC before getting on a plane to my now undisclosable location. That's how it went. But at the airport I bumped into some other fellow globe-trotters (you can always spot a Pelican Case a mile away). They were some National Geographic TV guys also having trouble getting where they where going, we even had some mutual friends. But how did I (being in NYC, recieving a call to get on a plane, and then going to the airport) end up at the same place in time at the same time as these fellow travelers who I will undoubtedly see in the future?I think it's just plain luck, or it could be that the world is just that small.But who knows...