The Worst Weekend Ever

Being a PR person is tough. Living in Jackson is also tough. But, Penn and Nate always tell us that sometimes we HAVE to tear ourselves away from the office and test some of that great gear that we promote. So this weekend my arm was really twisted and I was dragged kicking and screaming to Jackson Lake to do some tough manual labor (like grilling, wood-collecting, and hammock-hanging) and it was the worst and longest weekend of my life. As you can see, it was horrible. I am so glad to be back in town.
Boats are so boring, and loading all that gear was a pain. This is where the anguish began.

The bad news continued to flow in as I found out this was my campsite. I mean, horrible view, no water in sight, and I even had to bring all the gear up from the boat which was parked about 30 WHOLE FEET away. I was not a happy camper.

Oh, and there was canoeing. It was torture.

Then I was forced to meet up with, Don Watkins, PR pro with Terra PR here in Jackson for some wakeboarding. It was way too hot and way too sunny, I much prefer the rainy and cold weather of March and April. I was also dying of thirst the entire time and all they had was beer. Ugh. It was hell. Obviously this was the worst part of the entire trip. At this point, I was really counting down till the moment that I could get back in the car and head back to town to hang out with all the tourists that are swamping Jackson these days.I’m so much happier doing that. The amount of sacrificing and mind-numbing torture that I go through for Backbone is incredible. But as they say, its a tough job, but somebody’s gotta do it, right?