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Show A-14 Meetings and agendas The Park Record Sat/Sun/Mon/Tues, June 22-25, 2013 More Dogs on Main to publish your public notices and agendas please email classifieds@parkrecord.com Summit County Board of Adjustment Notice is hereby given that The Summit County Board of Adjustment will meet in regular session Thursday, June 27, 2013, 6:30 p.m. Summit County Courthouse, Council Chambers, 60 N. Main Street, Coalville, UT, 84017 AGENDA Agenda items may or may not be discussed in the order they are listed. 6:30 p.m. Regular Session Public hearing and possible action regarding a variance request concerning front & side setbacks for Lot 57 of the Silver Summit Community Phase A Subdivision, located at 751 East Richmond Drive; Scot Erickson, applicant. - Pat Putt, Community Development Director on behalf of Sean Lewis, County Planner Approval of Minutes: April 25, 2013 Board Items Staff Items Adjourn Staff reports and maps can be obtained after Friday, June 21, 2013, by visiting our website http://www.summitcounty. org Individuals needing special accommodations pursuant to the Americans with Disabilities Act regarding this meeting may contact Melissa Hardy, Summit County Community Development Department at (435) 336-3157. Snyderville Basin Planning Commission Notice is hereby given that the Snyderville Basin Planning Commission will meet in regular session Tuesday, June 25, 2013 at the Sheldon D. Richins Building (Library), 1885 W. Ute Blvd., Park City, UT AGENDA Items may or may not be discussed in the order listed. 5:00 p.m. General Plan Phase II Subcommittee 1. Discussion of initial priorities and update process. 6:00 p.m. Regular Session Public input for items not on the agenda or pending applications. Public hearing and possible action regarding Development Code Amendments to Chapter 10-4-10, Section E, Driveway Access. - Derrick Radke, PE, County Planner Public hearing and possible action regarding a Plat Amendment for Lot 2 of Long Rifle Subdivision; 7750 N. Long Rifle Road; Larry McGinnis, Applicant. - Molly Orgill, Assistant County Planner Public hearing and possible action regarding a Final Site Plan Amendment for the Courtyards at Quarry Village; Quarry Junction; Jack Johnson Consulting, Applicant. - Jennifer Strader, County Planner Work Session *Public comment may or may not be taken* Discussion regarding the Miners Loft Rezone, Conditional Use Permit & Development Code Amendment. -Jennifer Strader ,County Planner Discussion regarding the Tanger Outlets Expansion Specially Planned Area. -Amir Caus ,County Planner DRC Updates Commission Comments Director Items Adjourn A majority of Snyderville Basin Planning Commission members may meet socially after the meeting. If so, the location will be announced by the Chair or Vice-Chair. County business will not be conducted. To view the staff reports, available after June 21, 2013 please visit: http://www.summitcounty.org Individuals needing special accommodations pursuant to the Americans with Disabilities Act regarding this meeting may contact Melissa Hardy, Summit County Community Development Department, at (435) 615-3157. PARKRECORD.COM By Tom Clyde Ragnar and robins - it must be summer Over the course of a normal summer season I spend a fair amount of time worrying about the hay crop freezing and then worrying about the irrigation water running out. There's nothing unusual about being concerned about either one. That's just the reality of trying to grow anything at this elevation. What's unusual is worrying about them simultaneously. Usually, the concerns about frosty nights are over about the time the river hits its high runoff, and the drought issues don't settle in until the second crop is looking a bit thirsty. Not this year. The flow in the river is already down to August levels, and it was 28 degrees on Wednesday night. That's cold enough to do some real damage early on. I don't have a lot of experience with 28-degree weather with the hay standing tall and a week or so from cutting. It will take a few days to see if the leaves turn brown. But 28 degrees on the 20th of June? It could be one of those years when it snows on the 4th of July parade, and as dry as it is, I wouldn't complain about it. The river flows are a little better than last year, at least for now. The difference is that last year the reservoirs were full. This year they are not, and when the last of the melt water is gone, there is nothing to replace it with. It's still freezing at night and I'm on a 30 percent allocation of water. I got out for a great mountain bike ride this week. I've been busy enough that I haven't been on my bike for more than a few quick rides around home. A friend and I rode up Armstrong, and then just kept adding one more section of Mid Mountain after another. It was beautiful. Everything still had that deep June green to it, and the wildflowers are in bloom. We're still in the shoulder season, and there were only a few other people out on the trails. But there was a battalion of hikers with freshly purchased poles, vests and hats. Apparently the Montage is doing some business. It was a perfect ride in perfect weather, followed by a perfect lunch. We wouldn't have it any other way. We've got it awfully good around here, even if you are still running the furnace in late June. The big Ragnar race is this weekend, and UDOT has had Within seconds a swarm of mother robins was divebombing him. There must have been fifty of them. Some came from as far as Tabiona. It was right out of the Hitchcock movie." a sign in Kamas for a couple of weeks warning of the road closure on SR-32. It's one of those electronic signs that always deliver bad news. Between UDOT's penchant for strange abbreviations and a few burnedout lights, the sign is difficult to read as you drive by. I think it says, "Just stay home until September." Ragnar marks the beginning of the summer season jammed full of special events. If you ask me, the shoulder season is the most special event of the year. Things will get very busy from here, with no time-outs until Labor Day. The robins have been going Sunday in the Park berserk around my house. There was one trying to build a nest in the beams over my front porch. I've got nothing against robins and have no objections at all if they want to nest under the eaves of the barn or the garage. They've been there for years. I do have a problem with their nesting right on the front porch so that they dive-bomb me every time I go in or out of the house. There are a million trees around. There's no good reason they have to nest and poop all over the front porch. They are determined. She would pile up the beginnings of a nest, and I'd knock it down with a broom. An hour later, she'd be back. The cycle went on for a week. Since then she has either given up or found another location. She still sits in a tree in the front yard and chirps at me, but we have reached a truce on the nest location. The puppy caught a baby robin on the ground. The mother robin sent out the distress signal and within seconds a swarm of mother robins was dive-bombing him. There must have been fifty of them. Some came from as far as Tabiona. It was right out of the Hitchcock movie. I've never thought of robins as birds that work together in flocks. This was a fully coordinated effort, executed with military precision. The puppy was terrified and still cowers under the front deck when the robin is in the tree. Coming from a species that will spend weeks smashing headfirst into windows, attacking its own reflection, I was quite impressed. But I'm still not going to have a nest directly above the front door. Tom Clyde practiced law in Park City for many years. He lives on a working ranch in Woodland and has been writing this column since 1986. By Teri Orr Crashing emotions washed away by crashing waves Every day, in print, online and by mobile, the Park Record delivers a highly loyal and engaged audience. To put the Park Record to work for you, contact your advertising representative 435.649.9014 WEB AND SOCIAL MARKETING GOT YOU CONFUSED? It's time you stop and ask for directions. We deliver customers. AdTaxi puts your message in front of consumers ready to buy. AdTaxi is among the first publisher-owned digital ad networks specializing in designing custom digital solutions for advertisers using digital media ranging from traditional display and mobile to social, email and search. AdTaxi knows where your audience is, how they think, and what they want to buy. AdTaxiNetworks.com call your Park Record Media Representative for details 435.649.9014, Salt Lake 801.834.4576 All I remember from driving along the same stretch of this coast when I was young, maybe six, was my mother being scared to cross the bridge in our '57 turquoise Chevy. The Bixby Bridge with a 700-foot span was an all-cement bridge built in 1935, with two very narrow lanes with short side railings, which took you over the rocky cliffs that crashed into the Pacific Ocean. When I still young but so much older and recently divorced (yes, the first time), I drove over that bridge in a fog inside the car and out, and I felt brave, enormously brave and fierce and independent. This time I was simply in awe. I got out of the car first, before I crossed, and stood on the cliff with no railing down to the ragged, jagged cliffs crashing into the sea. I let the salt air hit my lungs and frizz my hair. And it felt so familiar in a primal kind of way. For so very many years, maybe 30 now, I had promised myself a return to Big Sur "when I had the time." I no more had the time this time then any other time, but I had finally claimed it anyway. After attending to the elder-care issues of my mother in the Bay Area, I took my little rental car and just started driving south from Half Moon Bay, where I stay when I visit her. I sent an email to a friend of a friend, who found me a room in a stunning property for half of half, maybe less, of the rack rate. The days did not disappoint. The fog burned off and Santa Cruz became Capitola became Carmel and then no more towns for 90 miles - just that unspoiled remote wildness known as Big Sur. It has long been shrouded in mystery and mystical incantations created by old-growth, Middle-Earth-style, cinnamoncolored giant redwood trees and the bright green cliffs ending in the ocean and rivers and crystal clear waterfalls landing on the beach. You hear the whisperings of ghosts from Henry Miller to Ginsberg to Huxley who, at various times, called the place home. When I drove into a tiny gath- ering of buildings/campsites/ grocery/gas pumps, I pulled over - my rental car was nearly empty. I drove up to the gas pumps next to a stationary, really old, Airstream-style trailer/ office. A young man came out and looked at me and my car and motioned me to a different pump. My rental car gas tank was on the opposite side as my own car. I said thanks and he nodded. And as I began to fill the tank, he did the most amazing thing: He pulled out a long-handled squeegee and he washed my windows, all of them. It was at that moment I knew I had entered another And as I began to fill the tank, he did the most amazing thing: He pulled out a longhandled squeegee and he washed my windows, all of them. It was at that moment I knew I had entered another time dimension." time dimension. I finished filling the tank, hung up the pump and pulled a few ones out of my jacket pocket and handed them to him. He looked quizzically at what I had done. I thanked him. He said nothing, but he sorta smiled. I think this really happened. When I went into the tiny grocery where you could buy wine and gourmet chocolate and bait and a frying pan, I looked at the folks inside who were clearly locals. This is apparently where tie-dyed, gray-haired hippies come to die. I felt kinship and (perhaps chocolate-induced) bliss. I drove a few more miles and checked into my amazing lodging with the view of the ocean from high above on the cliff and I fell fast asleep. I woke up hours later with the ocean fog creeping over my deck and chilling my room, which fortunately had a fireplace and the biggest bathtub I have ever sunk into. On the edge of the tub, in an abalone half shell, was carefully poured about a pound of chunky bath salts and, next to that, fresh rosemary in a tiny vase. I woke in the morning with the birds before dawn. And I read and made some tea and then slept some more. Then I gathered myself up for some exploring and set about to drive farther down the coast to a hermitage that I learned was in a remote area two miles above the highway deep in the Santa Lucia mountains. We found each other about an hour later. The views were so expansive that belief was undisputed. The tiny chapel was set farther up the hill and the little hermitage rooms all overlooked the sea. There was a gift/book store and I spent some time talking to the monk on duty and gathering some gifts. I sat for a spell on bench and scribbled some notes but mostly just vegetated/ meditated on the raw, unspoiled beauty. Most of my life, encounters with the ocean have me level with it, on a beach looking straight out the water, flat on my horizon. These views, looking so far down at the ocean, were dizzying. I felt one with the eagles and pelicans and giant ravens and released endangered condors who took turns flying at my eye level. A little piece of me rode on their wings through the redwoods and over the ocean, watching the waves and the fish swimming just under the surface. I had less than 48 hours before my flight left back to Utah and I was determined to make each of them count. I was determined to do nothing and do it well. To be continued … Teri Orr is a former editor of The Park Record. She is the director of the organization that provides programming for the George S. and Dolores Doré Eccles Center for the Performing Arts. |