by Catherine Dilts
What do you do when you realize
your creative energy is fizzling, not sizzling? Road Trip!
My husband snagged tickets to the Antiques Roadshow. We watch the show regularly. In true Roadshow style, the program is filmed in different locations each episode. We missed out on one closer to home. The only solution was to take a road trip to Salt Lake City.
Worth a little more than the frame, our beautiful deer painting didn't make the cut to appear on the show. |
I was reluctant about being pulled away from work. When you're self-employed, you have the worst boss possible: yourself. But it turned out to be the perfect time to take a break. The date snuck up on us, as if we didn't have multiple calendars and reminders. Boom! Suddenly we were throwing clothes into suitcases and leaving town.
The Antiques Roadshow venue was the Red Butte Garden & Arboretum, which is worth a trip all by itself. Early June, the roses were still in bloom.
I was amazed at how well the appraising was organized. Each attendee is allowed to bring two items. First, we were sent to a “triage” tent, where we were told which items needed to go to which appraiser tent. Then we went to the appropriate tents to have a professional evaluate our treasures.
My great-grandfather’s journal
would have been worth more if the bank robbery he described had been famous. My
grandfather’s Great War book was too specific to the soldiers from one county
in South Dakota. Both were candidates for donation to an historical society,
but they’ll stay in the family as long as my offspring have an interest in
family history.
My husband dragged our giant
abstract deer original art all the way to Utah, only to learn it’s not worth
much more than the frame it’s in. And another signed pen and ink print by a famous artist
wasn’t worth as much as his more popular paintings.
It’s a good thing we went because
we’re fans of the show, and not in expectation of learning we had items of
great value. We had a blast being behind the scenes. We lingered around
backstage to watch people being selected for the televised spots. We’ll be
watching next year to see if we recognize people and treasures we saw filmed.
It turned into a whirlwind trip, with the addition of a visit to the Utah Museum of Natural History. The next day, we drove to Goblin Valley for a short hike. Our final stop was Arches National Park. We hiked two different trails, for a total of about eight miles.
Before heading out on our brief trip, I was struggling with a case of burnout. Seeing new scenery, meeting interesting people, getting into the great outdoors, and breaking routine all conspired to hit my reset button. The wiring in your brain seems to need a hard shutdown on occasion. Flip off the switches, wait a few beats, then turn on the juice again.
During the trip, a novel, or possibly a trilogy, idea that has been nagging at me
for a while finally solidified. I also hit upon a short story idea. Both are in
the beginning development phases. Upon our return to town, I felt more clear
about the projects that need immediate attention.