Travelling means encountering new experiences but also enduring oddly familiar ones. Usually in the space in between things. Between one activity and another or two destinations. This is the Hilton Garden Inn and Convention Center. It looks like this because it's trying to blend in, I guess. I'm waiting for someone to appear in that netherworld of corporate hospitality wedged between the beige couch pillows and the gray armrest listening to a guest list the snack items in the 24-hour pantry to her friend over the phone. Music plays un-insistently. The sound of plastic dice against a glass table. The hum of an ice cream refrigerator. The soft bell at reception rings. A pair of wet sneakers squeaks against the lobby floor. Man has made this place to cushion the blow of the elements. Outside the beautiful mountain scenery is muted in darkness.