theAttache

One of the most enjoyable aspects of roadtripN as your attache is seeing the designs for a global mobile creative studio truly come to life.

If you are ready to step into these designs, both digitally and in actuality, we would love to introduce you to our Co.M attache team.

theSpace comes to life! Come and join us in the recreation!

Interested to view the roughsketching designs of the global mobile creative studio? Visit Co.M Ventures

Coming Soon – Santiago

The Next UP Venturings get underway soon.

June 1st, 2018 – Studio N – theSpace launches in Santiago, Chile

Sail

Boat

Setting sail for the Riviera and looking forward to the time on the beach and the opportunity to reflect on the rocks and the coves that helped shape the voyage. It used to be that we got a little agitated when we went and scoped the crash sites. Now, we smile and find a sense of depth from knowing we’d never be here in the cove had we not landed there as well. Grab a rope, feel the breeze, RoadtripN the high seas is ready to push out into the blue.

Driving

curator car

Dressed to the nines with some place to go! As we’ve mentioned in previous posts, we’ve been driving for some time now to finally arrive here at the starting line. We’ve driven through some deep fog and some very dry desert searching to find the way out of our funk.

The lesson we’ve learned that has been most valuable is keep driving. Keep moving, keep taking action, keep searching for the road, keep plugging along. Do all of these things under the guidance of someone who has a feel for the directions. Their supportive counsel and knowledge of the terrain comes in handy when you get stuck in a ditch or find yourself in a tunnel.

There is hope and there is a road that leads Owderblue. We’re here to help if you’re looking.

Traffic

Wild-Ebeast

Come by and say hello! Yes, there’s traffic that gets in the way. There’s things to do, things that seem more important, things that get in the way of accepting the invitation. We understand. We found it hard to stop by and say hello for the longest time.

But, then the road came to a standstill. A near dead stop. We wanted to move. The traffic was moving. But, we weren’t. Our heads raced around like Indy cars. Our feet stuck in neutral. It is a strange sensation when we are faced with this kind of traffic jam.

Here’s what we’ve seen and experienced. The traffic changed when we asked for help. We’re not saying that all of the sudden every lane opened up and we were back to normal. In fact, far from it.

However, the traffic did change. It was like we had hold of the choke on the engine. When we asked for some help and direction, it felt like the choke was slowly releasing. It felt like maybe there was some hope for the streets being cleared. It felt like just maybe these other drivers had been here too. The lanes didn’t just open up by extending our hands, but for the first time in a long time there seemed a possibility of Owderblue. For the first time in a long time, there was hope.

Beach

Beach

Pull up a lounge chair and pluck a spot here in the shade under the thatch. Listen to the waves as they splish, splash, and crash onto the sands. Check out the photography vendors with their monkey set to pose for your modeling premiere. There are only a couple other spots in all the world that measure up to the people watching sport one finds on the beach.

For future reference:

Fire engine red skin does not equate to tan and is less attractive.
Free, unlimited cocktails are not meant to be consumed all in one setting.
European suits are made for european-dieted bodies, not for burger kings.
It is easier to walk after you rinse the salt and sand out of your shorts.

Every day COULD be like this one. Why do we choose to space these out into vacations? Wonder if the monkey photographer has openings for an apprentice?

Rocks

Rocks

We must go out. We simply must. We’re wired to go head first into the waves and push the adventure envelope.

But, with every good thing comes risk. And with every risk taken, the chances improve that sooner or later you’re going to lose. And when you do, welcome to the rocks.

Yes, they hurt. Yes, there is some pain, broken bones, and lost wages. Yes, there is probably even some hospital and court visits to be had if you take up the journey. Could we have done it differently? Probably not, we didn’t know better. Could we have avoided it all together? Yes, by not going out. But, where’s the life in that? Let’s go out, take our bumps and bruises along the way, and not shy away too much the next time. It’s just better this way! Bring on the waves, bring on the rocks, we’re all-in.

Cove

Cove

There are days and spots where you’re convinced that you’re going to arrive. Those days where you find that place, that zone. Those days where you breathe it in and know it may not last but it was worth every penny and scar to stand here even for a moment. This is one of those places.

Hiatus

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Please don’t hiatus for taking a little break from the match play. Getting adjusted to these retirement rounds has taken a little more getting used to than we first expected. Hard pressed to explain, all we can gather is that our normally laser-like focus drifted a little off the fairway and our swing seemed more that of a slice. Obviously, given our dire straits out in the rough, a timeout was necessary to hit the range. Practice, practice, and practice. We’ve found the course again and we’re driving back onto the tour. Get ready. It’s time for some recreation. A.Bandon here we come.

Tour Club

golf club

In case you’ve just started tracking along with our roadtripN, we’re a tour club project unlike any other. It isn’t that we necessarily have a great game or that we’ve got this retirement thing all figured out. Neither of these things are remotely the case. We just love to travel, we love to play, we enjoy the recreation all around us, and we’re convinced it is more fun going with the group. So if you’re searching for some adventure and interested to try something new, raise your hand. All it takes to join the tour club is a desire to get out here. Game on! Let’s drive!