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Show WedThursFri, October 9-11, 2002 A-14 The Park Record V Season pass prices ; 2002-2003 BEST VALUE , YEARS 7N . srr NEW SNOWMAKING! Snowmaking has been added to Apex Ridge, lop to bottom, under Super Condor Express. EXPANDED TERRAIN PARK Terrain park has been increased to 18 acres including a Superpipe, Kids pipe, twice as many hits and jumps as ever before (more than 30!). 25 new rails and box features, a new sound system, and expanded park hours, so the park will stay open longer than the rest of the resort. Plus, The Canyons still offers 6 natural half pipes! 0) O O O LOCALS SEASON PASSES: Through 102102 After 102102 Summit & Wasatch County Full Adult Pass $795 $1030 Valid 7 days a week - no blackout dates! Adult Locals Utah Midweek Pass $550 . $699 (Valid Sun-Fri. not valid 122702-123102) Summit & Wasatch County Student (grades K-12) $99 $109 Summit & Wasatch County Honor Roll $60 $60 (not valid 122702-123102) Summit & Wasatch County Senior $410 $510 Utah College Students Through 101102 Through 12202 $360 $419 LOCALS SKI BUM PASSES: Through 121602 After 121602 (Park City Chamber members only) Midweek , '$535 $699 Full $699 ' $949 21 o ELECTRONIC COUPON BOOKS ARE ALSO AVAILABLE FOR AS LITTLE AS $38DAY (ADULTS) AND $21DAY (JUNIORSSENIORS) ELECTRONIC COUPON BOOKS: Through 102102 After 102102 Adult 5-day $215 $230 Adult 10-day $410 $430 Adult 15-day $570 $600 JuniorSenior 5-day $125 $135 JuniorSenior 10-day $230 $250 JuniorSenior 15-day $315 $345 Juniors aie dvhned Aft 7 I? years old Seniors are dellned aft 65 yean or older Mufti show proof of Utah residency to receive Locals p.kimi Pnres subiecl to change. Other restrictions may apply. To purchase your pass, call 615-3410 or visit www.thecanyons.com tV''ifc -1 nr.T.M Win O ,l,i,it l (.' mi '(Hi fj'i Ifttlt't.l "Tip! itf-l 1I Cull 'tyi - I T ' I ! ' ill l!-J''l 1: I 1 I .1 .1 Tl , e.'ififjt-) t ! I i M .. Tin-: Canyons I HAHK CITY. UTAH www.thcanyon.com 435-615-3410 i n I o 9 lh e a ny o n $ .c o m SUNDAY IN THE PARK By Teri Orr Through a lens not darkly, maybe muted For a few days each fall when one of our donors (better (bet-ter known as The Goddess) sends the entire staff to New York City for a working week, we are both privileged and forced to see the world through a different lens. This year, more than any other, I found the geographic contrast con-trast most striking. We Westerners have the gift of wide open spaces, views stretching as far as the eye can see. We are inclined to see the horizons every day. New York City is all about looking straight ahead and watching where you step and looking up. In buildings that exceed dozens of stories tall, you look up to find fashion display windows five stories tall. You look up to see angels and gargoyles on buildings. You look up to find the sky. We stayed as guests in the Lotos Club, a fine old literary lit-erary club established in 1870. A place where Mark Twain once presided, holding State Dinners honoring the most celebrated musicians, poets, authors and statesman states-man of the day. The tradition has grown to honor sitting presidents, Nobel Laureates, Pulitzer Prize winners and Academy Award recipients. For members who couldnt afford the dues in those early years, art was accepted in lieu of cash. Every bed room in the small club.has multiple original works from Irving Ramsay Wiles to Edward Dufner. Each day for a week, this stately address, just off Fifth Avenue near the entrance to the Central Park Zoo, was our home. " When in the parlor, one maintained a certain decorum and dress code. The staff of the less than 20-room facility facili-ty learned our names and room numbers. Each morning we would look outside to see the sun and rooftop gardens, gar-dens, still lush and green. We made it to the Met to see the new Richard Avedon exhibit which portrays with an unflinching lens some of the greatest faces of our time. At the Guggenheim we marveled yet again at the inventive architecture of Frank Lloyd Wright, and we smirked, silently of course, at the multiple exhibits that felt a need to express their message by the repeated use of genitalia. In Central Park we wandered among the trees not yet changing and amid the nannies and their strollers. We fed the birds, watched the squirrels and lingered over early morning tea at the Boat House. For high tea we went to the Palm Court at The Plaza. We shopped FAO Swartz and Tiffanys and Bloomingdales. We bought more on the street, from vendors with carts that "owned" certain corners, from artists who set up screens of their work and boxes of their prints. We bought Metro cards and hopped the subway to get across town so we could do a little business busi-ness and then bargain on Canal Street in Chinatown. We talked to taxi drivers about politics and where to find a good pastrami sandwich. One of the people we do business with managed to get us tickets to see Momix Dance Company at the Joyce Theater. We saw Hairspray where Harvey Feinstein creates a lovable hilarious character much larger than life. At Frankie and Johnny we saw the bare essence of Eddie Falcone and more than a bit of Stanley Tucci's tushie, but what an intense performance. Finally,' in a show that will haunt me for sometime, we saw the Tony award-winning Metamorphoses under the direction and conception of the McArthur genius award winner, Mary Zimmerman. A handful of Greek myths, costumed in timeless styles and lines delivered with a modern sensibility. sensi-bility. A reminder that there is nothing new under Apollo, A meeting to explore a new form of entertainment took us to Robert DeNiro's screening room in his Tribeca warehouse building. Lunch afterward was there too, at his legendary Tribeca Grill where his longtime buddy and celebrity chef, Drew Neipoent came by the table to welcome us and suggest which dessert to order. Pretty heady stuff, so we walked off our lunch by head-' ing down to Ground Zero. .) In contrast to last year when right there, separated only by a chain link fence. Behind which you could see a t kind of miniature city where dump trucks traveled down dirt roads into the heart of what we are all about, right now. The next day in the two-storied, wood-paneled, library of the Lotos Club we were treated to an original composition for strings (in this case the violin) from a professor at Julliard who accompanied the violinist on ", the piano. The piece has been performed more than 15,' times since Sept 1 1 by string groups. It is powerful and haunting. Our three tables then proceeded in a business . working lunch and we took little time to establish estab-lish credentials. When : the man seated next to me said his area of study was of Islam, the discussion was off and We all learned a bit of history and about other religions. We weighed in on politics of passion and allowed each other the room to question and debate. " running. Should war? we, go to- Will I ever learn not to prejudge? The Mormon college col-lege vice president then talked about the Koran, the spiritual world that doesnt separate into the secular and the role of women in the Middle East. We all learned a-bit a-bit of history and about other religions. We weighed in ' on politics of passion and we allowed each other the, room to question and debate. Only one man at the end-of end-of the lunch was pounding the table telling us not going", to war meant we didnt love our country. It was the man I figured least likely to have this opinion, the gay banker, j Before dessert was cleared I looked up and noticed ; the huge old portraits on either side of the massive wood maniieu nrepiace. i wo numoncss luoKiug men tit mi it tut poses looking literally, down on the room. And I had ,. one of those out of body moments when the table talk , became a kind of background hum and I wondered if , those portrait men had heard all this before? The Lotos Club opened just five years after the end of the Civil War when the nation was trying to rebuild. The State dinners have featured statesmen from before -, and after each of the World Wars, Korea, Vietnam, and., the Gulf War. Has anyone said anything new in almost,-150 almost,-150 years? Have the arguments been more or less con-., vincing? Have the outcomes justified the costs? Here's , what 1 know, for the rest of the week I saw my table mates at other functions and I looked at them all with.-affection, with.-affection, including the banker. We live in a country ., where healthy debate is a hallmark of who we are and , what we are willing to fight for. , We left New York in the early morning when the,, lights were still twinkling on bridges and buildings, a ,. kind of watercolor moment. And that was the nature of . this visit. The drama that is by nature the ..very jfabrjc.of ., , !Nefv York seems lesof a snapshot and more of a painting. paint-ing. The edges are softer. The lines less defined. But dra- ,- matic all the same. It is not something you hang exactly ;. on a wall, but maybe something you can try to hang on , to. At least I will try this Sunday in the Park... Teri Orr is a former editor of 'The Park Record and director of the Park City Performing Arts Center. ,; CORE SAMPLES Alf's place Alf Engen junkies now have a place to call their own at least a building with his name on it. There was a time when one would travel to Alta to rub elbows with the aura associated with this man, this legend, leg-end, this "skidor" non-pareil. But now, 73 years after a brass band saw him off on his voyage from Norway to America and five-years following his death, the Alf Engen Ski Museum is open to the public. And, in that it houses the current cutting-edge of the nordic ski jumping world, the Utah Olympic Park is a worthy site for such a memorial. If you haven't checked out Bear Hollow in a spell, a visit might well be in order. The Joe Quinney Winter Sports Center is where you'll find the museum along with a gift shop and a cafe where you can watch young free-stylers get inverted and twisted before splashing into a pool. We used to get arrested for that. There is also a tour bus you can jump on which, although not quite as exhilarating as a trip down the Luge track on a shovel, By Jay Meehan ft aint bad at all. They haul you up to the top of the K 1 20 Nordic jump a short 50 stories above the run out and, right away, you know you missed your calling. This could have been you. So what if you outweigh out-weigh the normal ski jumper by about 75 pounds. What's a little girth among friends? There must be some physics formula that would allow you to sail through the air with the greatest of ease. There is the problem is that it only exists on the moon. There just has to be a sport around here somewhere that will allow you to spend some time on the podium. Maybe the bobsled would fill the void. You cant bring yourself to call it the "bobsleigh" any more than you can continue to root for the Rams now that they have a quarterback named Jamie. You can see yourself now, the brakeman on the gold-medal winning sled, as you and your teammates coast jubilantly into the finish area with huge grins and arms akimbo. You pray, fervently, that your family and friends are not watching as they bring out the jaws-of-life to extricate you from the much-too-small ice rocket. rock-et. It is a testament to the space-age composites out of which the sled was fabricated that it survived your exuberant exu-berant entry in the first place. "Open wide. Here's Johnny!" You dont think the guy in front of you was the least bit nervous about your spiked footwear, do you? The bobsled, Luge, and skeleton starting areas are also part of the tour. There is only one track, so each discipline gets its own on-ramp. It's really not much more confusing than the new freeway interchange tl wn in Salt Lake City. Maybe the bobsled would fill the void. You can't bring yourself to call it the 'bobsleigh' any more than you can continue to root for the Rams now that they have a quarterback named Jamie. " If you can navigate from Park City to the Airport, more interesting, you would have no trouble locating the passing lane on! this thing. About 96,000 sleds have made the trip." before you so you ought to be able to get into a rut, as' i it were. Then comes the tour-bus ride back down to Alf's museum. Talk about the ultimate rush. Imagine, if you will, a bus full of thrill-seekers who having been to the top of the K120 hill and lived to tell;" about it knew no fear. We were ready to rumble! The shuttle driver, however, had no desire to mess with our adrenal glands and kept the cornering. speed in the neighborhood of three miles-per-hour.-That's below the threshold for centrifugal force.a. Couldn't he tell we wanted to careen? " Back down in the museum, they've got this lifelike life-like dummy of Alf on skis soaring through the air in. perfect jumping form. They dressed, him in what,' must be one of his old sweaters not unlike the way y the folks at the historical society gussied up the Blair ,' Feulner dummy (that's! not redundant, is it.') at the museum on I Main Street. They also have a few interactive displays that make more noise ' than that Heber ' Airport flight school. I ,' didn't feel like bucking BBHBaBBHaBi the lines but, as near as I could tell, you would, " stand in front of a large screen and, by manipulating ' the ski poles set into the display, negotiate your way .. down the race course. Another one was all about avalanches and the his-"' tory of snow safety here in the Wasatch. Alf's brother J Sverre was America's first designated Snow Ranger ' and plied his trade at Alta. Little Cottonwood Canyon remains, to this day, a veritable classroom for the study' of snow sliding upon snow. .' Which brings us to the new Intermountain Ski Hall " of Fame and the three Engen brothers who were H inducted as a group as part of the eight-member inaugural class. Kaare (Corey) Engen is the third'" and sole surviving brother of the famous clan. ',' Anyone with a sense of the ski history in the '1 intermountain region will no doubt come to love ' this place as it evolves as a museum. And the fact ' that it's named after Alf, pays homage to the once''" ignored Ecker Hill, and displays a ski boot from my '! youth is enough for me. It's a goose-bump rich zone ' if I ever saw one. 'J So all you Alf junkies ought to get on out to the'" Utah Olympic Park and stand at the top of the"' K120 Jump and become one with the evolution of "skeeing" out here in the west. It's a story that involved many interesting people and times and "we" and "now" are part of the"'1 process. It's just that the early days seem so much " |