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Show A-20 Meeting and agendas The Park Record Sat/Sun/Mon/Tues, March 10-13, 2018 More dogs on Main TO PUBLISH YOUR PUBLIC NOTICES AND AGENDAS, PLEASE EMAIL CLASSIFIEDS@PARKRECORD.COM Notice is hereby given that the Snyderville Basin Planning Commission will meet in regular session Tuesday, March 13, 2018 Location: Sheldon Richins Building (Library), 1885 West Ute Boulevard, Park City, UT 84098 AGENDA Agenda items may or may not be discussed in the order listed. 4:30 p.m. Regular Session 1. Public input for items not on the agenda or pending applications. 2. Election of Chair and Vice Chair. 3. Discussion and possible recommendation regarding the Lower Village Development Area Master Plat LV6 Amended Final Subdivision Plat; Lower Village Road, Canyons Village; LVDAM-LV6; Spencer White, applicant .– Tiffanie Northrup-Robinson, Senior Planner 4. Discussion and possible recommendation regarding the White Pine Canyon Village Buildings 1-3 (LV10) Condominium Plat; Lower Village Road, Canyons Village; LVDAM-LV10; Creighton Barker, applicant. .– Tiffanie Northrup-Robinson, Senior Planner 5. Approval of minutes: September 26, 2017 and December 12, 2017 2. Discussion regarding amendments to the Development Code to allow food trucks in certain areas of the Snyderville Basin. – Ray Milliner, Principal Planner 3. Discussion regarding Amendments to the Snyderville Basin Development Code for Accessory Dwelling Units. – Ray Milliner, Principal 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 staff reports available after Friday, March 9, 2018 please visit: 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) 6153157. 5:15 p.m. Break 5:30 p.m. Work Session 1. Presentation of the 2018 major transportation projects in the Snyderville Basin. –Derrick Radke, Public Works Director Posted: March 9, 2018 Published: March 10, 2018 – The Park Record ADMINISTRATIVE CONTROL BOARD MEETING NOTICE Public notice is hereby given that the Administrative Control Board of the Snyderville Basin Special Recreation District will hold its regularly scheduled meeting on Wednesday, March 14, 2018, at the time and location specified below. All times listed are general in nature and are subject to change by the Board Chair. AGENDA DATE: Wednesday, March 14, 2018 is Now Community Art Project for the Redstone Tunnel LOCATION:Trailside Park, 5715 Trailside Drive, Park City, UT 84098 6:50 PM Questions on Department Updates 7:05 PM Updates from District Committees 7:20 PM Director Comments 7:35 PM Board Member Questions and Comments 7:50 PM Adjourn 6:00 PM Call to Order and Public Input 6:10 PM Oath of Office for new Board Members 6:15 PM Consent Agenda 1. Request to approve minutes from 2/15/18 2. Request to approve the prior month’s expenditures 3. Request to approve Open Space Stewardship Technician job description 6:20 PM Discussion and possible approval of District trail design standards 6:35 PM Discussion and possible approval of The Future Continued from A-18 Mountain Town News closely by Colorado and then Washington, Montana, and Utah. Although Stowe, Vermont had a snow-immersion death last winter, nearly all such deaths occur in the West. For more information go to www.deepsnowsafety.org. The prices paid for keeping winter roads free of snow KETCHUM, Idaho – Mechanics in Idaho’s Wood River Valley say they’ve been seeing more problems resulting from salts spread on local roads and highways to melt snow. Layke Felton at Ketchum Auto reported that his shop recently saw a Ford Ranger pickup and a Jeep whose “frames were literally rotted in half.” They’re junk now, he said. At Car Doctor, located down-valley in Bellevue, Greg Ballantyne reports a clear trend. “Thirty years ago, the cars didn’t corrode at all. All the cars are showing signs now. It’s getting worse and worse.” Greg Moore of the Idaho Mountain Express observes that this increase correlates with when the Idaho Transportation Department began using stronger concentrations of chloride deicers. From a 6-to-1 ratio of sand to salt the agency doubled the concentration to 3-to-1. More recently, the agency has upped the ante even more, sometimes splashing highways with deicers alone, forgoing sand altogether. Several deicing salts are used to keep roads and streets clear of snow. Cheapest and most common is sodium chloride, also known as rock salt. It is also the slowest to activate and most ineffective. Calcium chloride melts ice at a lower One or more members of the Board may attend by electronic means. Such members may fully participate in the proceedings as if physically present. The anchor location for purposes of the electronic meeting is the Snyderville Basin Special Recreation District Administrative Offices, 5715 Trailside Drive, Park City, Utah. temperature and remains as a liquid longer. Newest of the deicing salts is magnesium chloride that has the advantages of calcium chloride and damages concrete less than calcium chloride. It is produced primarily from brine drawn from the Great Salt Lake. Application of these salts clearly reduces collisions. Examining accident data in Ontario from 2000 to 2006, a team from the University of Waterloo found 93 percent fewer accidents on four-lane highways and a 42-percent reduction on two-lane roads when deicing salts were used. But are deicers used too much? Robert English, president of Meltsnow.com, a division of Chemical Solutions, a manufacturers of deicing salts, says they are. “I’m in the business, but I think the amount of material we throw down is criminal,” English told the Mountain Express. “It’s driven by tort law and SUV owners. People would get going in these four-wheel-drive vehicles and then they’d step on the brake and they’d crash and they’d blame the road conditions. You crashed because you were driving too fast for the conditions.” The corrosive properties of deicers typically used on highways are so severe that the Federal Aviation Administration prohibits their use on airport runways. Instead, airports generally use products based on less-corrosive potassium acetate. It’s also more expensive. “The FAA is very, very particular about the deicing materials we use,” said Chris Pomeroy, manager of Friedman Memorial Airport, the airport used by many visitors to reach Sun Valley. “It’s really critical that there’s low corrosion of the aircraft.” Why do salt deciders have such a nasty effect on cars and planes? Xianming Shi, associate director of the Center for Environmentally Sustainable Transportation in Cold Climates, told the Express that liquid deicers, particularly those with magnesium chloride or calcium chloride, stick better to the undercarriages of cars for the same reason they stick to roads. The liquid deicers can penetrate into tiny spaces, making them more difficult to wash off. In addition, magnesium chloride is “hydroscopic,” meaning that it absorbs moisture from the air. That allows it to remain in liquid form longer. It also increases the risk of metal corrosion. Streams and wetlands suffer from application of chloride deicers to roads. A 2014 U.S. Geological Survey study found that high concentrations of chloride can be toxic to aquatic vegetation and wildlife. Another USGS study found that chloride concentrations in many northern U.S. streams exceed toxicity levels. The frequency of those occurrences nearly doubled in two decades. Are there alternatives? Yes, but they cost more. A gallon of potassium acetate, such as is used at airports, costs $7 a gallon, compared to 60 to 70 cents a gallon for magnesium chloride. “Acetate is 10 times the cost of chlorides, and magnesium chloride is five times the cost of sodium chloride. That’s the short answer for taxpayers,” said English, the president of the chemical company. Shi, a professor at Washington State University, says research is underway to develop better corrosion inhibiters that can be added to deicing products. He said research is focusing on organic materials, generally byproducts of the food industry, including apple pomace, which consists of the skins and other dry materials from apple pressing. His university is filing an application for a patent. The problem is distilled by Shi, who is the author of an upcoming book on winter transportation. ‘We want to drive faster in the winter, but what’s the hidden cost of that?” he said. “There are so many dimensions to the problem.” By Tom Clyde Spring is here Daylight Saving Time starts this weekend, giving millions of us the excuse we needed to stop going to church. It’s so embarrassing to walk in an hour late or early, or on the wrong day of the week, all because of the twice-annual time change. So to spare that embarrassment, I steer clear of the place entirely. That seems to agree with both me and the church, so everybody is happy. Except that the snow is pretty solid when you start skiing an hour earlier than normal. I like Daylight time. Those long summer evenings are just great. I don’t need to be up at the crack of dawn for the most part, so other than a couple of days to adjust to the difference, it’s fine with me. Every year there are efforts made to change it. There was a proposal in the legislature to put Utah in the Central Time zone. There’s the issue of Colorado and a little bit of Kansas being in between us and the rest of the Central Time Zone, but to some Utah legislator who cannot figure out how to adjust the clock in his car, that is not a problem. Arizona has their own system. Maybe we could compromise and just move the clocks 30 minutes, so that when the rest of the country is on the hour, we are a half hour off. Hard to imagine how anybody could be confused by that when they change planes in Salt Lake. I suspect that Daylight Time is here to stay. The season has turned. The clock adjustment is the most mechanical signal, but all you have to do is look around. There are baby calves in the fields of the few ranchers left who are raising their own calves. More and more, the local ranching economy is turning into a hobby instead of a business. Buying feeder steers is a lot less work than feeding hay to the mother cows all winter, and spending frigid nights out in the barn ready to help with the inevitable breech birth. There aren’t many left out there who are still doing it the “cowboy” way. Summit County wasn’t exactly a cooperative climate for agriculture, even before land values went nuts. Area farmers and ranchers are using the light winter to get a jump on projects. I’ve been watching the progress of a barn remodel a few miles from me. I This strange, snowless winter will soon give way to a strange, water-less summer season.” pass it all the time, and can see the Rube Goldberg system of jacks and braces that take the load off one decaying column at a time while it gets replaced. I saw the owner working the other day, and stopped to talk with him. In looking at the barn, it was clear that it had gone through this same treatment a generation ago. Some of the interior columns had been replaced with steel house jacks, and those were now rusty with age and getting replaced with new timbers standing on new footings. He was taking the floor out of the hay loft. These great old barns were designed around the dimensions of livestock, and the ceilings are low. His barn must have had draft horses in mind, because the first floor ceiling is higher than a lot of barns. My big barn was designed around dairy cows, and the ceiling is too low to do make much practical use of the lower level. This guy said he needed a place to store machinery, which required a taller door and higher ceilings. The barn was built in the 1880’s, and has surely seen its share of remodels and adjustments as the needs and uses changed. I suspect the primary motivation in the repair work is pure love of the relic. There are only a few barns from that era left around here. At 84, my barn is a comparative newcomer. His is a working farm, and you don’t go to that effort without having a functional reason for it. It would have been cheaper and easier to build a new equipment shed. Connecting with a building that was built and maintained by who knows how many generations of his family more than offsets the economics. With every weathered board he took off, he was shaking hands with generations he never knew. This strange, snow-less winter will soon give way to a strange, water-less summer season. Last winter, I used 120 gallons of diesel fuel keeping the ranch plowed open. This week, I finally dipped into the bottom half of the first tank. It will surely snow some more before we are done, but the ground is unlikely to freeze again and anything we get will melt back quickly. I’m about to abandon the snow blower in favor of the road grader attachment on the tractor. The redwing blackbirds are back. Spring is here. 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. sunday in the Park By Teri Orr The goal is grounded… These days I miss the dirt — ache for it really. That dark, peaty, moist dirt where earthworms live, making meals of themselves for spring robins. I am ready for green shoots to appear in the yard — whispers of hollyhocks late summer and the return of raspberry bushes and the lavender round the porch. It wasn’t until I moved to Utah in my late 20s — after growing up in the San Francisco Bay Area — I appreciated dirt. When I lived at Lake Tahoe with two small children — come spring they found every bit of dirt to cover themselves in. I didn’t garden then. I was consumed with work and raising small children. When we moved to Park City, they were 6 and 8 and dirt seemed less of an attraction for any of us. Somewhere in the early ’90s when the kids headed off to college I discovered the desert and red dirt. I traveled with Linda Meyer twice a year — for years — to help in the beginnings of the Adopta-Native program. We were sometimes a “caravan” of just two or three cars. We stayed in a hogan once and the Navajo weavers and their families took us into their worlds in appreciation for the skeins of yarn we brought them to weave more rugs. We were included in ceremonies honoring the beginning and ending of the light. And ceremonies for healing humans and the Earth. We would be taken on hikes into ceremonial burial grounds on The Rez. I remember the blessings always including mixing in some red dirt. When I would return from those trips the red dirt stayed in my wheel wells and trunk of my car and on the running boards for weeks. The body of the car would look clean enough to the average person but for those who saw, they would smile and nod and say something like, “I miss the desert too.” It was code for so many things. There was a quiet understanding that passed between and a reminder, albeit briefly, of how it felt to be grounded. And this time of year I grow so restless for that sense of grounding, that oddly for me, only comes from being a vagabond. Driving without destination — a meditation of many miles — putting me away from my day-to-day world and closer to myself. My job requires me to be around people all of the time — day and night — any day, most days of the week. And it brings me great joy. Until it doesn’t. And then the only way for me to fill up again — is to escape. To find sacred ground. Higher ground. Common ground. I think there were years, I think there were years, maybe even decades, when I was young raising those kids, where I missed ever really seeing a sunrise or noticing a sunset.” maybe even decades, when I was young raising those kids, where I missed ever really seeing a sunrise or noticing a sunset. If I had been up all night with a sick child, by the time the sun rose there was just a little sigh of relief, maybe a silent prayer — not for the majesty of the sunrise but because we had somehow made it through the night — from the cough or the high fever or the pain. And sunsets? They meant the kids would finally be ready to slow down a bit — the routine of dinner and baths and bedtime stories. The hypnotic rhythm of parenting small children. My forties were spent discovering where I felt grounded in the world — I was single and my children no longer lived with me. I would find myself happiest when the car would be loaded up with books and new music and notebooks and my camera. And no planned stops or really final destinations. Those dreamy long trips laid the groundwork for everything else. Being open to new people and places, sure. But mostly, spending enough time to erase the work/life imbalance. And I would return, with a red dust shield that would last for months against my work world. Now I find the time between rejuvenation longer and more difficult to plan out. There are hardly any off-season weeks really. Just weeks spent planning the next season and evaluating the past one. When I turned in my leased car in November and found another four-wheel-drive, off-road vehicle, I was embarrassed by the mileage. The dealer, however, loved it — less than 10,000 miles a year. To me — it screamed FAILURE! Driving around town and occasionally to Salt Lake City and maybe one, limited desert trip a year was the uneventful life of that car. When I transferred out a few possessions from one car to the next, I carefully removed the cut-glass beadwork and braided horsehair loop from my rearview mirror. It has been on every car I have driven since it was given to me by the wife of a Navajo medicine man on one of those first trips in the ’90s to The Rez. Most days I forget it is even there. But this time of year, I find myself lovingly working the beads and the horsehair though my fingers when I get in the car in the morning. And sometimes at the end of day. It is a both a promise and a prayer. I will soon enough find myself amid red rock walls with luminescent spring green trees on creek beds. I will quiet the monkey chatter in my mind. I will soak up the desert heat like a lizard on a flat rock. I will have red dirt in shoes and hair and rubbed deep into my skin. I will be so lost, so very utterly lost in my surroundings I will begin to find myself again. I don’t know yet when I can make my escape but I am plotting now, for days on end, when I won’t be spending every Sunday in the Park… Teri Orr is a former editor of The Park Record. She is the director of the Park City Institute, which provides programming for the George S. and Dolores Doré Eccles Center for the Performing Arts. |