Category Archives: Park City, Utah

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Park City Rules

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MK is freezing. Under his three coats and four shirts. I’m in heaven. The B’s (TB and BB, not to be confused with MB and BB) keep telling us it was even prettier a couple weeks ago but I can’t believe it. The 12 hours in the car were totally worth it. Our drive wasn’t too bad if I overlook the fact there was no where to put my feet and there were boxes of Bisquick and dryer sheets in my face. We got in and I have to tell you it was the best “moving to a place” yet. In Seattle we got yelled at, in San Diego we had no home to go to. Arriving in Park City, we got a homemade delicious dinner, the cutest two year old ever singing the ABCs, and beer. FTW.

Some of you questioned this move. Some of you keep thinking I’m at the North Pole. Some of you think there’s no alcohol. I’ll keep you educated about how it’s a good move, it’s not (yet) the North Pole, and trust me, we’re drinking. Utah might be a little strange, but it’s definitely do-able. It’s another adventure in our big long list of travels and experiences and I already know it’s going to be great. Friends help. A change of pace is fun. Don’t get me wrong, I know we miss our San Diego friends, but they’ll come visit. We have four bedrooms ;).

We saw our new home yesterday. We already met some neighbors. We saw the sights. We got our Deer Valley *SEASON* passes. Our hosts keep cooking and baking and serving us drinks. This is the life. Even without the clothes hangers.

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Here We Go Again

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We are so lucky to have so many great friends. They all came out (on a Sunday!) to say their goodbyes. Or maybe they heard we’d be giving away canned good door prizes. Not yet. MK’s doing the final puzzle of fitting our life in to the car, and we’re off first thing in the morning.

I can’t even tell you how long you’re going to miss me for – I guess it depends on if my hosts let me touch the internet. We spent the weekend saying goodbye to the beach and now all I can think about is snow!

For the record, because I “keep it real” – the clothes hangers aren’t going to make it.

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Third Time’s A Charm

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Remember when I startled you with this announcement?

Then confounded you with this one?

Well, we’ve been in San Diego a year, which is longer than we thought at first, but at the same time, after seeing the winter we had to see it in summer, and what a difference there was (winter was better!). All the same, last winter we made so many ski trips that we decided it would be easier to spend a whole season skiing. Having great friends permanently residing there doesn’t hurt either. If you can believe it, they ran around looking for the perfect place for us. I am so blessed.

So at some point around the end of October, we will be moving to PARK CITY UTAH!

Good news for everyone around this site that knows me, you’ll have a free place to stay when you come on your winter ski trip! You know I’m expecting you all to come see me – and bring some good booze in your luggage…I’m not gonna be able to handle that watered down Mormon crap without you. 😉

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For A Minute

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You might think that with that view I keep bragging about – you remember, the one with the ocean where I can watch the dolphins and whales and walk to the baby seals and lay out in the sun and get tan – that I wouldn’t leave so much. We’ve got some buddies that keep letting us know we should stay in San Diego for a minute. But who has time for that?

TB and I had a girls day. We skied better than ever in the universe, and had the most fun. I can’t explain to you how not good at things I typically am. This is the first thing I’ve gotten better and better at. When BIL and his GF showed up, we had a blast. We skied our favorite, Deer Valley, and then The Canyons,which while more “out in nature” feeling, was comparatively poorly maintained. But it was something new. I learned why everyone hates snowboarders, why you should wear a helmet, and just how much fun it can be flying as fast as you can down a mountain listening to your headphones. I’m trying to force someone to spend our winter months in Park City next year.

TB and I went out for a lunch and I got a fortune that read “Seize from every moment its uniqueness, especially this week”. I’m going to call that the most appropriate fortune ever, and extend it another week.

KD is already telling me what fun I’m missing. So I’m off to sit out on my balcony for a minute, get some sun and watch those waves, because tomorrow is the start of a whole new week of fantastic-ness. As much as I miss Austin and my friends, I am also soooo excited to just go and see some bands and hang out. It’ll be like a brake-vacation.

slow kids at play

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On Skiing

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Total, after this week, I have skied six or seven days in three places (Steamboat, Breckenridge, Park City) all in the last 5 years. I am therefore what you would consider an expert. So here’s a few observations I made:

  • Falling is fun. It is rather hilarious to fall in snow. As long as you’re careful, you’re unlikely to get hurt. I managed to make it into a couple pretty great snow piles. For some reason, this makes me laugh so hard I forget about the achy legs. Everyone else seems to get a kick out of it too.
  • Skiers are cute. There is some strong correlation between knowing how (or at least attempting) to get down a mountain and being gorgeous. Maybe it’s the physical ability required, maybe Chapstick has a secret ingredient. Either way, I’m sold.
  • Utah > Colorado. I know that you might think I’m limited on experience, but I am sure Utah could beat up Colorado, make fun of its Dad, and take its lunch money. Often.
  • Kids ski better. If I ever do accidentally get preggers, those little rats are getting tossed down the mountain before they can say ‘black diamond’. It’s easier when you can’t see past the end of your skis to not be afraid of falling down the whole run. I wish I hadn’t waited 23 years to learn.
  • Achievement is funny. You know when you’ve turned in to a skier? When you have to look out for the slow ones, instead of being one of them!

 

Honorable Observation Mentionables: Nothing tastes as good after skiing as beer. Except for beer and homemade chili, or beer and homemade chicken legs. Or beer and spaghetti. The night of just beer wasn’t bad either…

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Joseph Smith, teetotalers, and sacred underwear, oh my!

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The husband and I have been living in the Texas heat for a combined total of 41 years. Rather than becoming acclimated to living in the moist oven that is Austin, Texas from April through October, our bodies have reached a point of critical thermal mass. We can take it no longer! And so, this July, we will be making the most of a 26-foot Penske truck and moving to the land of Big Love… Utah. That’s right you dirty polygamists, we’re headed your way!

When we tell people about our plans, to a soul they respond with some variation of the question: “But, you’re not Mormon, are you?” The answer is no, we are Catholic– and although we may not attend mass weekly, I was raised in Catholic schools and have attended so many masses, vigils, rosaries and reenactments of Christ’s crucifixion that I could probably remain a shut-in for the next ten years and still come out ahead of most “good” Catholics. Yes, we know that Utah is infested with proselytizing Mormons. So why move there? It’s simple. SNOW.

Yet, I must admit, the inevitable materialization of pair after pair of young aryan men knocking on our door to inquire upon the state of our relationship with “Father” is somewhat disconcerting. How do we go about telling them, politely, that they can take the tainted Kool-Aid elsewhere? “Take us off your list?” “No thanks, you can give our seats on the Mother-ship to some other deserving couple.” “Nice suit. My cell-mate used to dress up for me sorta like that…. Wanna come in?”

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