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Show A-14 The Park Record Wednesday, February 14, 2001 a Sunday in the Park dth Annual Zuni Fetish Show Saturday, February 17'" 10am - 5 Pm Sunday, February 18,H The Crosby Collection welcomes the return of Trader "Doc" Sharp direct from Zuni Pueblo See hundreds of fetishes from premier carving families Cheama Homer Quam Quandelacy Leekya Marriott Summit Watch Plaza 738 Main Street, Park City, UT 435 658 181 3 WASATCH BREW PUB PARK CITY, UTAH UTAH'S ORIGINAL BREW PUB ft Ml BREWERY SiNCS I 839 Offering Lunch and Dinner from i 1 :00 7 Days a week! Slick rock Sports Bar n 2 Satellite Dishes BIG SCREEN TV & 5 27" TV'S Expanded Menu available New Audio System by Sound Tube Humidor and Selection of fine Cigars from Out of the Humidor Pool Tables Located at the top of Historic Main Street 649-0900 "We Drink Our Share and Sell the Rest" Sundance CATALOG OUTLET STORE 2201 SO. 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"Dont be fooled," a slightly older, slightly bit- dont regret at all, but 1 always thought if 1 had had that ter friend of mine said to me last week, "when people little piece of paper, it would have changed my life. It tell you this is the start of the second half of your life, I was just a couple of years ago a wise friend with many mean, really, how many people do you know who are degrees to his credit said if 1 had had a degree perhaps 100 years old?" And that gave me pause. I would have thought I could stop learning and what he Still, I am ready for this. Grateful for this. 1 mean as saw in me was someone who was disproportionately Mark Twain said, given the alternative to not having curious. So 1 stopped regretting my lack of a degree and another birthday to celebrate... And I've spent a long 1 embraced my curiosity. time getting here. I've cheated death more than once. It is also a stage where I realize the "things" that 1 And while there is a regular litany of serious health thought would define success turn out to be not sur- issues and dumb stuff I've done, the time that stands out prisingly, just "things." For years I thought a hand- this week, given our snowy weather, was an evening at tooled briefcase would help me figure the labyrinth of Lake Tahoe where I lived for 10 years in a perfect house the business world. A briefcase would compensate for on the lake. I had just visited mv father-in-law in the hard work and common sense. When I finally got that hospital in Truckee he had suffered a heart attack. I briefcase I didnt write any better or have any greater was pregnant and driving my husband's Porsche, a for- luck in selling my stories. And I still managed to over- est green little 9-1 1 S with tan leather seats. It was a bliz- draw my checking account. zard, plain and simple, and I was driving too fast. On a It seems so cliched to say, in the end it's all about small bridge, I hit a patch of ice and did a complete 360 relationships, but in the end it's all about relationships, and a half and ended up teetering over the Truckee I still like my kids, who are now adults and, I think, most River. It was one of those times I remember making a of the time they still like me. I dont take that lightly. I bargain with God (I still consider among have since learned this - my friends, s001 GcnunTSstedS have reached a point where, for at Sp Lioyd e bargains but that is fod- the most part, I appreciate the pieces of whom 1 met der for another col- i ... i ;;. ,, first week I moved to umn.i The car behind those things that I do have like the sun- Park atv m 1979. My me stopped and talked roof on the car and almost enough money "fy? now:rthf to me very slowly and he stopped a couple of otner cars ana tney rocked my little green car off the edge of the bridge and back to the to keep up with my book habit. " Teri Orr Good Sisters of Cul-de-Sac, were clearly sent for my salvation which, we have all agreed, is Mission Impossible out, safety of the road. Months later, my perfect little daugh- nonetheless, it allows for long evenings of great conver ter was born with no visible marks of the night we both sations and much laughter. almost died. Sure, I thought pieces of this age and stage would be One of the best birthday celebrations I was ever different I would be thinner and financially secure invited to attend was the weekend in Ennis. Mont., with a convertible car. But I have a reached a point when Hal Taylor turned 60. The Blue Moon Saloon was where, for the most part, I appreciate the pieces of invaded by Hal's fishing and drinking buddies and those things that I do havelike the sunroof on the car handfuls of newer friends, like me. Judy, Hal's wife, had and almost enough money to keep up with my book carefully planned the weekend to be a surprise and, as habit. we showed up one by one, along with some of Hal's rel- And, had I known how fleeting a bikini-perfect body atives, we soon outnumbered the full-time population would be for me, I would have rethought the idea of of the tiny town. And the real celebration was that, just proper attire. 1 he year alter l gave birth to my aaugn- the year before, Hal had suffered a stroke and hadn't been expected to ever walk again, let alone fish again. I thought by 50, 1 would be wise and ready to be ushered ush-ered into the crone circle. But my friends who have already crossed over this bridge have no intention yet of ter, when I actually had a chest from nursing but had lost all my baby fat, I had this fabulous white bikini. I had a great figure for about 18 months of my life. I should have worn that damn bikini everyday. To the market, to the post office, out to dinner with a great pair becoming crones. So, I must make my own choices of heels. OK, so there's a real regret. But mostly I about marking this time. I know I have taken this past accept where I am. year far too seriously. That became very clear to me the And the literal part of where I am has had a great other day when I looked down at the odometer in my deal to do with the mental part of where I am. I have car, that is just this week a year old. My car, that I let my spent almost half my life in Park City. And, even though friends and accountant talk me into leasing, signing up I moved here in my late 20s, I can say, with great author for more than the standard 12,000 miles a year because ity, I grew up here, all the while pretending to already I love to drive, love to take road.trips, actually meditate be a. grown up here. It, has been an idyllic pteWLto raise by driving long stretches of open roads. I looked down children, a forgiving place to learn, an encouraging and the numbers read just under 10,000 miles. Under! place to work, and a blessed place to find friends. I hope Ana tne reality oi my too ousy year nearly sent me i am aDie to grow oiaer nere ior many years to come. through the windshield. I will get back on the road and claim tne adventures tnat are waiting. A lot of people reach this stage with a big box of regrets. But over the years I have tried to toss out One day at time and, especially with gratitude, on Sundays in the Far:... Teri Orr, former editor of The Park Record, is currently cur-rently director of the Park City Performing Arts Center. Writers on the Range By Jane Braxton Little i What the census takers missed When the U.S. Census Bureau releases its final 2000 results, I wont be counted. Neither will most of my neighbors who live up the dirt road past my house. No census takers came to see us. No one mailed us forms or telephoned to collect our data. Most or us aom mina tne snua we are mavencKs e. Some punched in access roads; others cut the trees to improve their view and their bottom line. The historic ranch, established as a cattle operation, produced its last calf before my young son's very wide eyes. Our property used to be a pig farm, then a small- scale norse rancn. we converted it to a Kennel tor our who consider ourselves independent. Still, iVs a missed sled-dog team of Alaskan huskies. Since we stopped opportunity for America to find out who we are and breeding dogs, we have produced only a meager veg etable gard The creek that spills down from the ridge through a granite outcrop used to have enough flow for our old neighbor to divert a trickle to his fruit trees. Now it is dry by July. We'll probably never know whether we lost the water to global wanning or to the neighbor who dug a pond in his front yara. A mere 25 years aao. there were a The woods are iUeare dozen people in my neighborhood. Today jT&it mostly Native we number more than 30 - nearly triple the timber companies have Americans and ,,; iflaja .ua logged the land they how we are changing the land. In contrast to the stereotype of in-grown rural enclaves, we are richly diverse. Living among us are a doctor, a drummer and a Dartmouth dropout; a Lockheed retiree, a disabled log truck driver and a Harvard MA; a retired forest firefighter, a NASA consultant, con-sultant, several fire- wood cutters, assort- ed deadbeats and a fe Anoln-Knrononnc with some Hispanic growing state, comes close to matching Jane Braxton Little our houses, which we heat with wood. We commute to work, mainly in pick- own beyond our property. prop-erty. One company did such a good job it's hard to find the stumps. The other took everything every-thing big enough to produce a two-by-four, up trucks. When we speak it's in English. We teach our leaving dog-hair thickets of spindly saplings and kids at home or send them to local public schools. enough fire danger to strike fear in the heart of the most We live here because we love the neighborhood pioneering homeowner, the resident deer herd, the bear that recently pilfered a The U.S. Forest Service owned the most beautiful pound of ginger from a pantry, the mountain lion we trees, a stately stand of ponderosa pines and Douglas never see that cleaned out the entire local cat popula- firs that began life around the time George Washington tion, the quiet, ordered the first national census. After years of bureau- Though small in number, we are changing the woods, cratic delays, the Forest Service traded its 40-acre par- the meadows and streams. And we are growing. If they eel to a developer, who sold it to a logger. In less than had asked, the census takers would have found signifi- two weeks, the logger transformed the hillside of cant differences from their last tally. ancient trunks and tangled undergrowth into a moun- When my family first moved here 25 years ago, our tain home site. It looks open and inviting, but the land closest neighbors were an octoaenarian couple who is forever lost to timber production. lived in the house across from our driveway. The only A mere 25 years ago there were a dozen people in residents up the dirt road occupied a ranch established around 1900. The area began to grow after the ranch family sold off 40-acre parcels to pav their property taxes. By 1980 there were three or four new families, who, in turn, my neighborhood. Todav we number more than v nearly triple the population. Not even Nevada, the fastest growing state, comes close to matching that rate. Acting independently, we have contributed to the national loss of productive land, clocked at an alarming divided their 40 acres into 10-acre parcels. We were pace of 300 acres lost every hour. becoming a rural community, attractive to flananders, If other rural residents are among the million the from the Sacramento Valley and southern California, census reportedly missed, that rate may far be worse, hungry to escape the rat race of urban life. They pulled As long as people Kke us keep carving our own chunks trailers up the rutted road and parked them between of wilderness out of the woods, the land will continue to the trees. sacrifice its productive bounty for backyards and view-Most view-Most lasted until the first major snowstorm We sheds. Accurate numbers might spur us off our bucolic helped one family carry groceries and a newborn baby duffs. The Census Bureau may not notice these home after a surprise April Fools Day storm dumped changes, but we will. And so will the land, four feet of heavy snow and stranded them in town at Jane Braxton IMe is a contributor to Writers on the the hospital. They're long gone. Range, a service oHigh Country News (www.hcn.ore) But enough newcomers stayed to begin affecting the She Jives in northern California. POOR |