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Show The Park Record D Section A Thursday, Sept. 1 5, 1 994 Page A1 6 1 in :. " v ' ; ! - I V I 1 v WHAT A DEAL! This home is priced lower than appraised value. With a view to die fori Listing price $98,500 Connie Wiedeman 649-9869 or I -(800) 626-1536 A HOME AHEAD OF ITS TIME AT 75 SOUTH, 400 WEST, HEBER Cozy Rambler in quiet neighborhood. 3 bedroom plus a den. 2 car garage. Guest house in backyard with one bedroom, loft with a bath of its own. A must see! All of this and more for only $186,000.00. Listing agent Lori Brandel 654-3410 or 649-0924 1 200 S. COTTONWOOD CIRCLE Custom Built home in Heber. 2,700 sq. ft. 3 bedrooms, 2.5 baths. Lots of extras... Must see! Listing Price: $198,500 Denise Peck 654-3410 or 654-1 199 AVAILABLE 8 parcels of approx. 40 acres each Roads, electric & phone Water Shares Available Great Views - Located in Wallsburg Area Priced at $80,000 per parcel Contact Dorothy Meacham 654-51 62 or Ray Ohm 654-3805 LARGEST PROFESSIONAL REAL ESTATE TEAM IN HEBER VALLEY SERVING WASATCH AND SUMMIT COUNTY Dick Schirber 654-2454 Broker, COM Lugale Schirber 654-2454 Lori Brandel 649-0924 Karen Korfanta 654-1321 Connie Wiedeman 649-9869 Corey Games 654-5545 Juanita Duncan 225-6653 DaHaLove 654-3155 Dorottiy Meacham 654-5162 Denise Peck 654-1199 Steve Gibson 649-7722 Dyan Horrocks 654-3209 M. Bea Crawford 654-5921 Ray Ohm 654-3805 EEG2) (DGS W-mniSam.'mmmmUmmVm'tnWmmMmmJmmmmMmUm.llVm U IUUI11I II IHIIIBimJ II llllllil J II II 11. III! I '94 17 TON 4X4 LONG BED! ROAD HEADY! 6279 SALE PRICED! 15,555 W34T1N EXT CABS! 4X4 L0ADEDI 350 V-8 AIR EVERYTHING 4 SPD. 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Henry Camping was wrong, and that the end of the world didn't happen on his schedule. Today was the big day. I suppose a lot of his followers are disappointed, but I figure I'll go ahead and buy the season pass and just keep on going. But just in case the good Rev. Camping was right, I took a week off and went mountain biking in Idaho. If he was right, I couldn't think of a better place to be when it happened than up there in Stanley, with miles of single-track trail in front of me and the Sawtooth Mountains all around. One day, there was enough smoke from the forest fires that I wondered if old Rev. Henry was right, and I was closer to hellfire and damnation than I had expected. But it blew over. Through the years, I've kept a sort of mental list of places to drop out to when things get too weird around here. For a long time, Moab was on the list, but now I understand people in Moab talk of moving to Park City to get away from it all. Other towns have come and gone, but Stanley, Id. has always been in the top five. Stanley is the kind of wilderness outpost that is hard to find in Utah. It's a little cow town, mostly, but also a starting point for river trips. It's a town of 71 people out in the middle of absolutely nothing, with a Patagonia store and cappuccino stands out front. There are more espresso machines per capita in Stanley than anywhere in the world, including Seattle. The two restaurantbars in Stanley could each seat the entire population of town, with room to spare. The streets aren't paved. There is a big hot spring at the edge of town that functions as a community center, even though people sit on rocks in the river when the two wooden tubs are occupied. When the river running season is on, Stanley is a busy place for a couple of hours a day. Once the river people are on their rafts, things get pretty quiet until the next group arrives in town, or other groups shuttle back to Stanley at the end of the trip. They have all the joys of a highly seasonal tourism based economy, but have the sense to limit it to a few hours a day. The only place I've seen that has it more balanced is Silverton, Colo., where the entire economy exists between noon and two when the Durango and Silverton Railroad is in town. Once the train pulls out, Silverton is silent Hanging around Stanley after Labor Day, there isn't much going on. One of the bars closed for the season. The Patagonia store was selling the left overs at deep discount, getting ready to close up by October. The owners pack up and leave Stanley before winter sets in. Apparently even a major Patagonia dealer can't afford enough long underwear and polar fleece to spend the winter in Stanley. There was a faded poster on the wall of a store that said that the local Alcoholics Anonymous meetings would resume in June. They apparently suspend their meetings during the winter months for lack of interest. There's no doubt about it, Stanley is the icebox of Idaho. Even when I was there, while it was still in the 80s in Park City, there was ice on the sidewalks at the lodge we stayed in. The lodge's official dog, who sat on the front lawn and got ear and belly rubs from everybody coming in, still had ice in his bowl until about 10 one morning. The lodge at Redfish Lake is one of those perfect old log places furnished with bits and pieces of furniture from the last 50 years. If they ever bought a new chair, and it sat squarely on the floor, they had somebody cut one leg off so it would match the others and teeter a little bit. The big dining room looked out over the lake. There was a stone fireplace in the bar, and every time the bartender when out to get another log for the fire (and it was cold enough that the fire was inviting), he left the back door open. A bat flew in through the open door and took several wide loops through the dining room. The reaction of the diners was interesting. My group was so hungry from biking all day that we hardly noticed, though one guy mentioned that if the bat got much closer, he would cover it with marinara sauce and eat it on the spot Others kind of ducked under their tables when the bat swooped over them. One table cheered it on. After a few laps around the dining room, the hostess opened the front door, and the bat flew out. This happened every night for the three nights we stayed there. You could almost set your watch by the appearance of the bat. Now, a lot of places would havfc-approached havfc-approached this differently. In Deer Valley, for example, they probably would have trained the guy hauling firewood to close the door behind him, so the bat couldn't get in. But in Stanley, they trained the bat to make a discrete exit through the front door, which is patiently held open for it. They are closer to nature there. One trail we rode was spotted with a strange looking scat. Whatever had left it wasn't feeling well. Nobody knew what it was, and we pushed on. That night at the lodge, the owner of the place said it was bear scat, and that the local bears were all doing poorly, and acting strangely. The drought is so severe that the usual berries and stuff bears eat hadn't ripened this year, and that the bears were roaming around, in a generally bad mood, looking for anything they could get a hold of to eat. You've heard of Dances with Wolves! Well, this was biking with bears. We never saw one, but as the owner of the lodge put it, "you can bet a few saw you." So with some relief, I got back home, thinking I had safely escaped forest fires, bears, bats, and the end of the world all on the same vacation. What an adventure. Then I pick up the paper and read that a bear had taken a bite on a guy camped out not a mile from my house. The bear apparently didn't like what he got, since he spit the guy out after a good nip on the arm. But there is something more to that bear story than we are getting from the news. The guy is a BYU student, and was out camping with an unidentified companion that we have not seen or heard from. That's the kind of luck some people have you go off campus to do what can't be done on the BYU campus, and get attacked by a bear and make the front page in the process. Life is like that. TMe tawrnn flDfldl IPairk My Whoops! Much of what I know about Park City wasn't learned first hand but came to me in the form of twice-told twice-told tales heard during those few times that I got to visit between the beginning of World War D. and my retirement from the military in 1965. When I had the opportunity to stop in Park, I usually dropped by to chat with John Davitch, Les Roach, Earl Brown and those innkeepers that I knew on Main Street I learned a lot about home during those brief visits. After World War II, there was a group that usually met on payday nights at John Davitch's place, where they could meet, blow the suds off a couple of beers, and dance a few measures. It was about the closest thing we had to a country club at the time. I'm not sure of who all the revelers were but one was Shorty and his wife. Shorty and spouse became conspicuous by their absence from the group, and after several weeks, he returned and in response to their questions about missing their meetings told them this story. "You'll all remember that we were looking for a larger home, and we found one up in Empire Canyon that seemed ideal for us. It was a two-story thing, perched on a hill and one of the important features was that it had a massive chimney where we could strap our TV antenna. TV was important to Park at that time it hadn't yet made its debut but everyone knew that a repeater station was being built and Park would have television. "We had scarcely got the furniture, the kids and our stuff into the house when I climbed to the roof anxious to install our brand new TV antenna." Shorty went on to explain that the house had a roof that didn't come to a peak but had a flat, narrow, sort of walkway at the very top. He also explained that in his haste to get his new TV antenna installed, he discovered that the mortar in that very tall chimney had long since turned to dust it wasn't holding the brick together as it should and a strong wind or any earth movement could cause it to topple! It was a deadly dangerous thing and had to be removed. Shorty called on contractors down in 'The Valley" and was stunned at their bids; his money was tied up in the new house, but the chimney had to come down. The answer he would do it himself. Shorty then described how he built an A-frame at the end of the roof, threaded a long rope through its eight-inch chev block pulley wheel, attached a 15-gallon 15-gallon wooden nail barrel to the rope, and filled the barrel with brick. He was all set, and climbed to the JUSTIN L. "JACK" FUELL Tulicn from: Jackie ground to lower the barrel. It would be a simple procedure he would give the rope a firm tug, lifting and at the same time swinging the barrel from the roof so he could lower it to the ground. "I took a firm hold on the rope, threw my weight into it and saw the barrel leave its spot on the roof. It was at this point that I discovered what I'd made a slight miscalculation the barrel of brick was heavier than 1. 1 felt myself being lifted but held tenaciously to that rope until I realized that I was nearly ten feet off the ground and rising rapidly. "I then discovered a second slight miscalculation the eight-in chev block was supporting a 15-inch barrel and we met at the halfway point. I lost skin from my wrists to elbows, received a hard blow to my head, lost more skin between hips and knees as the barrel and I passed in the air. I still held on because I knew that momentarily I'd arrive at the top where I could swing over to the roof and take my leave of this mess. "It was then that I discovered my third planning error the spot where I held the rope was near the halfway point and as the barrel reached the ground my fingers found the chev block and I received a severe and painful pinch I still held the rope. "My fourth error was shown me when the barrel of brick impacted with the ground, breaking its bottom out and spilling the brick on the lawn. The frightening thought came to me that I was now heavier than the empty barrel and we changed directions down I flew!: "At the halfway point my fifth error was shown me and we again met I lost the skin from my shins, received a painful whack to my chin and scraped hide from shoulder to elbow but knowing that this episode was nearly finished I held on. "I hit the ground with a resounding thud, the impact stunned me and I momentarily lost control, released . my hold on the rope and reached to caress my damaged forehead. This was my sixth and final error of the day because the empty barrel was now heavier ; than (he rope and down it came, striking me on the head and leaving me unconscious. "You asked where I've been these past few weeks? ; Well, while lying there on that frozen lawn I contracted pneumonia and have been in the Miners Hospital recovering," Shorty explained. (Author's note: This did not come from Jackie. It was a story my construction crews used while poking fun at themselves, but even we wereri t that bad. ) What's your opinion ? Write the editor. ...hi.., yi.wln1..niM-rs,..,i, , , |