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I don’t get a lot of things about Disney. But then again, I’m not going to get a lot of things about a vacation that makes skiing at Vail look cheap. However, the thing I get the least is full grown adults without children waiting in line to get their pictures taken with characters. Admittedly, it takes a pretty small person to judge another’s hobby, but that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Because any parent that’s waited in a line with their four year old has thought this exact same thing, all the while cursing these childless folks for forcing us to wait in that line any longer than needed.

Here’s the list (from not at all creepy to completely creepy) of the types of childless adults (SINKs, DINKs, ZINKs, whatever you want to call them) getting their picture taken with theme park characters:

  • Those rounding out autograph books from childhood
  • Those that quickly just want a picture and move along
  • Anyone pretending Prince Charming is saying anything remotely charming
  • Anyone holding a long enough conversation with a princess to where they think they’re forging an actual friendship (while only mildly creepy, these are perhaps the most annoying as they’re literal choke points in Disney’s already painful queue system)
  • Anyone referring to a prior year’s conversation with a character. Newsflash: Ariel is a character played by an actor. The odds of that same actor playing Ariel in 2017 that played Ariel in 2013 are extremely low (even if it was the same person, they would have had approximately 144,369 conversations with guests in that time).
  • Dude with a girlfriend getting a solo picture with a princess
  • Solo dude getting a picture with a princess

Needless to say, no pictures of me exist with a Disney princess. Unless you count my daughter.



I’ve been visiting Summit County my entire life, usually entering the outdoor playground via the Eisenhower Tunnel, thinking only of the fun awaiting far below. Little did I know that the trailhead to one of the higher reward to effort ratio trails is located at the western entrance to that same tunnel. It’s not marked on many maps. The best description I could find online was from the Summit Daily News. From what I can gather, it’s called the Straight Trail.

To access the trailhead (from the county) you head east on I-70 and take the “exit” just before the tunnel set aside for trucks to check their brakes. From there, you take the road up behind the tunnel entrance usually reserved as the last chance turnaround for any vehicles transporting hazardous materials, and go just below the CDOT building which will be on your right. From there, the Summit Daily News article describes a parking lot. “Lot” is generous; it’s really just an expanded shoulder to the right of the solid white line. Park here. If you see a no parking sign, you’re still too far up the hill.

From the parking shoulder, begin walking up the paved road that bends around to the north. It’s not the most idyllic trailhead, what with all the traffic noise and a walk past a modern engineering marvel, but as you ascend the paved road, which turns into an obvious footpath, the traffic noise quickly subsides. This first section is where the Straight Trail gets its name, as it’s literally a straight line up or near a creek bed to the end of the valley. On your right side is the face you’ll ultimately climb. It looks intimidating. It isn’t. This section of the trail is the roughest, but it’s in no way too rough. We were a little past prime time for wildflowers but I suspect this portion of the trail puts on quite a show earlier in August.

At around the 45 minute mark (probably less time for many, we weren’t in a hurry), the path either continues straight up the valley or there’s an obvious path to take to the right. You’ll want to take the path to the right. From this point, you start to gently ascend the face that now looks far less intimidating. As you start to climb, you double back toward the tunnel entrance and many familiar features become more and more clear. Features like your car parked far below, Buffalo Mountain, and the Gore Range. There’s a gentle switchback and you once again head toward the north doubling back toward a second switchback. The second switchback is the last and the ascent remains gentle toward the ridge.

The views continue to get better and better. The primary view is west toward Silverthorne (the Lowe’s is a long, white manmade feature you can use to orient where you’re looking). As you continue higher, you’re able to see the Ten Mile Range and even far to the west to a distinctive fourteener, the Mt. of the Holy Cross. As the climb to the “summit” ridge, views to the east start to emerge, including Torres and Grey’s Peaks, Loveland Pass, the top of A-Basin’s notorious East Wall, and the Loveland Ski Areas. At the top of the ridge, you hike along the border of the Loveland ski resort and can stop for a quick photo next to a ski run sign, high enough to provide some sense of the amount of snow this place gets in the winter.

From this point, we hiked up a short hill that ultimately showed the path to a second small hill where we decided to have lunch. Just below our lunch spot was Chair 9 at Loveland. From that point, you could see 4 ski resorts: Loveland, A-Basin (if you count the top of East Wall), Keystone, and Breckenridge. The most surprising view was that of Keystone, where you could essentially see the entire front side of Dercum Mountain, the original part of the mountain. The view was the trail map I had grown up memorizing as I learned to ski. It was a view I didn’t know actually existed, at least from land. But each of the classic groomer Euro-centric “man” named runs across the front were visible as well as my all-time favorite screamer, Go Devil, on the far west side of the mountain. For me, the trail map view of Keystone was an unexpected highlight of the trail.

After lunch, it’s an easy all downhill walk back to the parking lot. In total, it took us about 2.5 hours to get up though it could be done in far less time. It’s a little over two miles in length (one way) and a very manageable 1500ish vertical climb to just below 12,700. The entire hike is out in the open with views that well, you’ve already read about the views.

For someone that enjoys hiking above the tree line, this is about as easy a way to get there quickly. Add that to gaining a new perspective on a lifetime vacation location, and this hike easily qualifies as a hidden gem.


Obviously, when you get invited to the Grammys, the most common question asked is “What are you going to wear?”

Fortunately, for me the invite clearly said “black tie” which simplified the decision to criteria and questions like does my tux still fit, do I wear a bow tie or a straight tie, and how do you tie a bow tie? All in all, pretty simple. In hindsight, I probably should have had some sort of pocket square because apparently pocket squares are a thing now.

I will say, I felt out of place on Friday and Saturday nights prior to the event. I wasn’t aware that dudes around events like this wear black suits out to dinner. Or at least they do in LA. I went with my Midwestern-chic jeans and sports coat look. Of course, my refusal to not wear blue jeans that are so dark they’re almost black made that look even more casual than usual.

Enough about me, what you’re really interested in is “what did Lindsay wear.” The invite suggested a short dress would be appropriate, she wasn’t so sure. I was fully prepared to purchase some sort of ridiculously priced dress that she would only wear once. That was before I learned about Lindsay’s plan.

Being know as an over-planner, I should have expected this. The first step to her plan was to find a short dress that could be worn as a back-up and contingency in the event the rest of her plan couldn’t be executed. She successfully found (a moderately priced, to my surprise) dress that fit well and looked great.

The second part of her plan was to see what Rent the Runway was all about. I had never heard of it but apparently it’s possible to rent designer dresses at a fraction of the price. I mean, if it’s good enough for the average groom at a wedding, why can’t a woman rent clothes to wear to fancy shindigs? I was intrigued, to say the least. The way it works is you basically pick your dress, pay anywhere from 5 – 15% of the retail price. You’re able to select two sizes, making up for the fact that you’re not able to try on the dress. They do, apparently, have people who have rented the dress send in pictures of them wearing the dress so you can see what it looks like on actual people as opposed to models on a website – I honestly think this feature sold Lindsay. You select whether you want it for 4 or 8 days, they mail them to you for free, and give you a prepaid bag to ship it back. It’s pretty much the same way Lindsay uses Zappos. Or as she would call it “easy peasy.”

There’s obviously still risk that the dress won’t work, but what the hell, she tried it anyway. Well, she actually rented two dresses (times the two sizes) just to hedge. And it’s good she did. The first one she tried on? I didn’t even get to see her in it. Apparently it was that bad. The second? Winner. Stunner. Showtime.

At the rate we go to these types of events (and by “these types of events” I don’t mean A-list awards shows but simply any event requiring me be in black tie), I’d absolutely encourage her to rent the runway again. Great value, super simple process – I mean as long as it fits.



If you’re friends with me on Facebook or follow me on Twitter, you probably noticed that the wife and I were fortunate enough to snag an invite to the Grammys in Los Angeles last weekend.

The short answer to the question posed in the title is:

“Because AEG (the company that owns and operates the Staples Center) wanted to build the Sprint Center in Kansas City on a site that was occupied by a branch of UMB Bank.”

The real answer is far more complicated than that, but at it’s root, that’s as far as I was able to trace the answer to that question (which was posed to be by a golfing buddy via text and probably many others when photos started popping up on social media). When the opportunity arose and the invite was received, I quickly scribbled “attend a major entertainment awards show” at the top of the bucket list and told Lindsay, “yeah, we need to do that.”

Obviously, it wasn’t that simple and that wasn’t quite my first reaction. My first reaction? “There’s no fucking way they’re going to let us do that.”

The “they” in question was our employer because the invite was received by a supplier contact that Lindsay works with. Neither of us had ever received this type of invitation in a professional setting and, in the sexy world of benefits outsourcing, had never really considered it much of a possibility. Literally, my experience in this type of situation was taking a computer based compliance training course once a year where they make it sound like if you accept more than a dinner from a third party, you’re looking at punishment that could lead up to and include termination of employment. And don’t even think about ordering dessert at that dinner.

In this situation Lindsay received a surprise email just over a month ago from a partner at the bank mentioned above, which has access to a suite at the Grammys based on a sponsorship deal in place with AEG. To her credit, she’s one that sees no harm in at least asking the question and approached her boss, whose reaction was “let’s give it a shot and see what they say.” Surprisingly, after meeting a few conditions, both general counsel and compliance gave the green light. I was stunned. Lindsay was giddy. We were going to the Grammys.

For those that know me, I’m not really a “Grammys” kind of guy. This became painfully obvious on the dance floor at the after-party. I’m pretty happy listening to Jack Johnson and any other acoustic singer/songwriter that either plays on his label or produces what Lindsay rightfully calls “surfer music.” Needless to say, I don’t think people really had me pegged (nor did I peg myself) as someone that would ever attend the event.

Now that the compliance issue was cleared, there was still the personal aspect. We’ve always been fortunate and have tremendous support from family and friends when we want to do things (like the time we wanted to go to Everest Base Camp for three weeks and somehow convinced our parents that they could each spend 10 days with their 14 month old granddaughter – but seriously, what grandparent wouldn’t do that if able, especially given how adorable our daughter is).

This time around, both sets of parents were traveling, Lindsay’s in Mexico and mine in Colorado. We were going to need to get creative. Thankfully, that’s where we’re fortunate to have family friends like Aunt Kiki. I’m pretty sure Aunt Kiki just really likes Lauren and pretty much just tolerates us (or at least me). Whatever. I’ll take. Even then, three nights is a lot to ask – especially outside the family – but thankfully Aunt Kiki (and husband) were up to the task. And I can’t thank them enough. Without a trusted family friend like her, this type of thing just wouldn’t be possible. I’m going to owe her for the foreseeable future (as she’ll rightfully remind me). I was hoping that the swag bag at the after-party would be repayment enough, but upon finding it stuffed with such glamorous swag as a Hello Kitty visor and sweat bands, I probably need to rethink that strategy. Regardless, it was worth it.

Now that the personal piece was taken care of, I stared to ask questions like, “if someone wanted to just go, how hard is it to get Grammy tickets?” I did a little research to see if one can even get tickets. Based on my internet and StubHub search, it looks pretty hard, which was somewhat surprising since it’s held at the Staples Center and 10,000 people attend. You’d think in this day and age, there would be a price for everything. I get the sense tickets are given to individuals in the industry and corporate sponsors and partners (how we were able to score an invite) and that those people pretty much use them. I did see a couple people outside trying to turn tickets (though those scalpers seemed to be in “buy” as opposed to “sell” mode, at least when we walked past).

I’m going to dedicate the next few posts (not sure yet how I’m going to break it out) on the experience. From the scene around LA Live (we were lucky enough to stay at the JW Marriott across the street from all the action) to the pre-party (where my closest brush with “celebrity” over the weekend was a shared elevator ride with Colorado Governor John Hickenlooper), to the event itself, to the after-parties, to how the heck Lindsay decided what to wear, to anything else that seems noteworthy from the experience.

All in all, pretty much a typical weekend for a middle-aged suburban married couple. But not really.

Of course, all of this wouldn’t have been possible without the invite from our hosts. A simple thank you does not suffice but I can’t really think of what might. Just know that it was greatly appreciated and you provided a once in a lifetime weekend. Simply incredible.



There comes a time in each youngster’s life when her parents finally bite the bullet and take her to her first game. For us, that day was Saturday and that event was the Wisconsin/Northwestern football game in Evanston. Lindsay is a Wisconsin alum and Northwestern, in case you hadn’t heard, is Chicago’s Big Ten team (even though its own fans are routinely outnumbered in its own stadium). What better reason to make the trek to Evanston for Lauren’s first (semi) major sporting event?

My only issue with this plan was that I’ve been teaching (or training or brainwashing, depending on your perspective) Lauren to become an Iowa Hawkeye fan. At one point earlier this season Lindsay started to realize this and went full press with the Badgers. To counter this, I shared the basic fact that badgers are, in fact, mean animals. Lindsay was not impressed.

So there really was no plan. I hadn’t bought tickets, not wanting to commit ourselves in the event the three year old was uncooperative. I didn’t really even know where to park, with my last experience at a Northwestern game having taken place in 2008. The only thing we knew was that a former classmate of Lindsay’s was attending a tailgate “on the west side of the west parking lot at a Northwestern painted ambulance. Seemed like it would be easy enough to find.

Along the way, and it may have been because it was too early, there seemed to be far more scalpers looking to purchase than sell tickets. Not a great sign. As we approached the west lot, I decided to raise three fingers, the international sign for “I need three tickets.”

It took a few minutes but the first good Samaritan claiming to need tickets asked, under his breath, “How much you looking to spend? I’ve got them on the 30 or the 50.” This guy had no idea he was dealing with a former expat that had spent years haggling on the mean streets of Dilli Haat. My response, “Not sure – what’s it cost on the 30?”

“$75.” I knew it was too early to buy so offered him something that wouldn’t insult him (not sure why I was worried about insulting him, but as someone that’s negotiated foreign currency exchange rates on the black market in Kathmandu, it seemed like the stand up thing to do) – $50. He declined, and we politely went our separate ways. At least I had some idea the market.

A few minutes later, my three fingers still extended in the air as we searched for the purple ambulance, two women approached Lindsay and asked, “Do you need three tickets?” At first, I thought maybe it was the friends Lindsay had planned to meet (I had never met her friends and these women seemed similarly aged and were wearing Wisconsin gear). But no, they were simply friendly Wisconsin fans looking to unload the season tickets of their friends that were unable to attend. We started talking, quickly got to price, and there first offer was, “I don’t know, like $40.”


We followed them back to their tailgate (their brother-in-law had the tickets – seriously, if they weren’t Wisconsin fans, it would have seemed like a pretty obvious scam of some sort) and quickly finished the transaction. Our only plan was to resume our search for the illusive purple ambulance, but before we could leave, we were being offered food and drinks. It seems like it would have been pretty rude to have simply purchased tickets and left without a beer. I’ll never root for the Badgers against Iowa, but this type of hospitality is tough to beat.

We never did get a chance to find that purple ambulance. We made some new friends, I think Lindsay even made some sort of connection with one of the sisters. The daughter was her usual charming self, making herself at home, picking at strangers’ food as only a three year old can.

As kickoff approached, we said good bye to our newest dearest friends and walked the 50 yards to the entrance. The seats? Surprisingly good. A little low (third row behind the bench) but on the 35 yard line. Bottom line, you could do a lot worse.


The camera was on a dolly to follow the action else it may have been a little annoying.

We made it to halftime – about what we expected before our daughter lost interest. She watched a bit of the band, saw Bucky the Badger up close, seemed enthralled by Willie the Wildcat (I didn’t even know the Northwestern mascot had a name, but I guess it makes sense), and we made our way to the exit – well in front of the rush at the end of the game.

What did I learn at Lauren’s first game? A few things:

  • Even something as innocuous as buying football tickets on the street can lead to a little adventure
  • Northwestern is a great place for a first game – not too big, not too serious. It’s like Columbus except the exact opposite
  • If you spend too much time trying to brainwash your kid to be a Badger fan or a Hawkeye fan, she might just become a Northwestern fan

Will we be back? I think we will – based on the current Big Ten schedule, Iowa and Wisconsin alternate years in Evanston, so as long as there’s no realignment (which rarely, if ever, happens in college football), we may have a new annual tradition on our hands to see Chicago’s Big Ten Team, which is pretty much any team playing Northwestern in Evanston.