The tiny house was supposed to be showcased this past weekend at ArtDenver, and even though getting it to the second floor of the Colorado Convention Center sounded challenging, I was thankful to receive the invitation. So at the beginning of the week I scrambled to get the door in with my friend Jeff Ball, but failed to do it before the snow arrived. I wish I could claim to be a hardy Midwesterner, like my friends in Ohio who seemingly think nothing of sub-zero arctic frost, but alas, I am made of weaker stock, and the idea of screwing in the frame in -2 degrees was a non-starter. Door or no door, the show must go on, and I fretfully watched the forecast and communicated my alarm daily to the organizers of the festival.
My maiden voyage with the tiny house had taught me some important lessons, including what it takes to stop roughly 6,000 pounds or so. And doing it on ice, forgive the pun, chilled me to the core. It's a relatively short distance from my home on the edge of Five Points across downtown to the convention center, but it's a distance fraught with hazards and more traffic than I had ever driven through with tiny in tow, and safety needed to be my guiding light.
The Mayday Experiment's Maiden Voyage