In Transition
I am very much in a transitional stage. But then, my whole life is in limbo. Aside from living out of a suitcase and sleeping in three towns in four days, I have racked up 730-miles, stopping for bathrooms, of sort, food, coffee and sleep. Life is very much on the road.

For company my Dad flew out, and since skiing is alive and well along the way, we spent two days hitting the slopes—Christmas Day in Squaw Valley and today at the Canyons.
Tomorrow it is a 529-mile drive to Denver by way of Cheyenne, a little change of scenery from the drive west.
Since my dad joined me for the ride, I thought it would be a good opportunity to ask him a few questions. When people ask me what my parents think of the livingcraigslist experience I always say they are super supportive. This is definitely true but that’s not to say they don’t worry. In fact, my Dad probably worries about things most of us don’t even think about. Crazy thoughts like, if someone is five minutes late, they are likely dead in a ditch or small things like, will I stub my toe on the way to the bathroom.
Here is the short video of our talk.
I should mention. Along the way we have stayed a place I found off Craigslist. It is a finished above garage apartment perfectly situated in the town of Park City and was very comfortable.

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December 27th, 2009 at 7:11 pm
I think i’m awfulizer junior
December 29th, 2009 at 5:49 pm
How was the skiing? hope you guy’s had fun. Good luck in Denver.
December 31st, 2009 at 1:34 pm
THE HAIR HAS RETURNED!!
January 2nd, 2010 at 10:20 pm
lol I loved the video of Dad!
January 7th, 2010 at 3:50 pm
Colorado is nifty – especially the prehistoric ruins. I’m sure you can find somebody to explore them with on CL.
January 16th, 2010 at 10:02 am
That might have been the scariest person you have shown on any video.
January 21st, 2010 at 8:56 pm
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