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A-22 The Park Record Meetings and agendas Sat/Sun/Mon/Tues, August 25-28, 2018 More dogs on Main By Tom Clyde TO PUBLISH YOUR PUBLIC NOTICES AND AGENDAS, PLEASE EMAIL CLASSIFIEDS@PARKRECORD.COM Still short of a bullseye Notice is hereby given that the Snyderville Basin Planning Commission will meet in regular session Tuesday, August 28, 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. Public Hearing and possible action regarding a Conditional Use Permit to convert the existing property and its improvements to be used for Children’s Justice Center and associated facilities; 5870 Silver Summit Parkway; SS-48-1-B-1; John O’Connell, on behalf of Community for Children’s Justice, applicant.– Amir Caus, County Planner 3. Public hearing and possible action regarding a Final Subdivision Plat for a proposed two (2) lot subdivision; 4414 N Old Ranch Road; PP-120-1; Phil Christensen, applicant. – Sean Lewis, County Planner 4. Approval of minutes: June 12, 2018 and June 26, 2018 Work Session 1. Discussion regarding possible amendments to 10-421: regulations for outdoor lighting. – Ray Milliner, Principal Planner 2. Discussion regarding possible creation of a Neighborhood Mixed Use-1 Zoning District. – Patrick Putt, Community Development Director 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, August 24, 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. Posted: August 24, 2018 Published: August 25, 2018 – The Park Record WSD Board Meeting Weilenmann School of Discovery will hold a meeting of its Board of Directors on Tuesday, August 28, at 5:30pm. Address is 4199 Kilby Road, Park City. The public is welcome. Life returns to Idaho land charred by 2012 wildfire Mother nature assisted by BLM in regrowing MYCHEL MATTHEWS The Times-News OAKLEY, Idaho (AP) — On the evening of Aug. 5, 2012, a bolt of lightning shot from the clouds, striking the northeastern edge of the South Hills. Minutes later, a trickle of smoke climbed from Cave Canyon, near the Big Cottonwood Wildlife Management Area in Cassia County. The Cave Canyon Fire soon overtook a neighboring fire and turned into a Type 1 wildfire that was met by the interagency Great Basin Incident Management Team 1 with 50 firefighters from Idaho, Wyoming, Utah and Nevada. While wildfires are nothing new to south-central Idaho, this fire was different. The fire raged right in Twin Falls’ backyard and nearly 90,000 acres of prime livestock vegetation, wildlife habitat and recreational areas went up in smoke. Six years later, the burnt landscape is now showing proof of successful rehabilitation efforts. U.S. Bureau of Land Management fire ecologist Dustin Smith and wildlife biologist Eric Killoy toured some of the areas damaged in the fire in June while the many shades of green made it easy to pick out which areas had been rehabbed; invasive, non-native mustard plants cover areas that weren’t rehabilitated. Skeletons of dead juniper line ridges near the head of the Big Cottonwood Trail system. Naked white tree trunks clustered above stands of green juniper show how fast the blaze blew through the area, Smith said. From Cave Canyon, the fire spread south toward Oakley, where ranchers and BLM personnel plowed fire lines to control the burn, and west into the Sawtooth National Forest. Eventually, the fire jumped Dry Creek Canyon south of Murtaugh and raced west a dozen miles toward Rock Creek, posing a potential threat to distant recreational cabins and Magic Mountain Ski Resort. Campgrounds and nearly 50 homes south of Foothills Road between Murtaugh and Hansen were evacuated. The scorched landscape worried ranchers who grazed livestock in the hills. When asked about three grazing allotments that were damaged, Scott Nannenga, Minidoka district ranger for the U.S. Forest Service, told ranchers that burned grazing allotments would be rested. But in the long run, the fire would be beneficial. Indeed, it was, Smith said. Native plants and grasses have choked out stands of undesirable non-native plants damaged by the fire. The BLM broadcast sagebrush and grass seed over areas damaged in the fire. Dozers then dragged chains over the ground to “scuff up” the soil for better germination. Successful re-vegetation depends on slope, precipitation and elevation. Plants have a better chance of survival if planted on north or east slopes where the hot sun doesn’t scorch the ground, Smith said. Hundreds of volunteers showed up in April 2013 to assist the Idaho Department of Fish and Game plant thousands of sagebrush seedlings in the Big Cottonwood WMA, a wintering ground for elk and mule deer. With financial aid from the BLM, nearly 35,000 seedlings were planted, along with cottonwood and willow cuttings. The following April, volunteers planted another 6,000 sagebrush and bitterbrush seedlings. About one-third of the seedlings were expected to survive. Today, patches of native yarrow, bunch grass, rabbitbrush, longleaf phlox, sego lily, balsamroot and lupine wave in the breeze. Killoy pointed out evidence that animals have returned to the area. Bending over a bitterbrush plant, he showed where a pronghorn had nibbled on it. “Bitterbrush is ‘antelope candy,”’ he said. How did he know it was an antelope that had been eating the bitterbrush? “A deer would have plucked it right out of the ground,” Killoy said. Forest Service posts plan to expand Vegas ski area Associated Press MOUNT CHARLESTON, Nev. — A ski area near Las Vegas could get a winter sports makeover and add summer thrill rides and zip lines under a plan that federal officials have posted for public comment. The Las Vegas Review-Jour- nal reports the Lee Canyon plan posted Aug. 17 by the U.S. Forest Service includes $35 million in Lee Canyon upgrades. The public has 45 days to comment. The plan would more than double the ski area, add chairlifts, downhill runs, parking and snow-making, improve or replace buildings and upgrade the water system. It also includes bike trails and a thrill ride called a “mountain coaster.” The Mount Charleston attraction was formerly called the Las Vegas Ski & Snowboard Resort. It’s about 50 miles northwest of the Las Vegas Strip. So this week we can add Michael Cohen and Paul Manafort to the already long list of President Donald Trump cronies who have pled guilty or been convicted of felonies. Not all of the offenses are directly tied to the campaign. Manafort’s tax problems were individual, but his way of raising cash depended on proximity to the president. Cohen paying off Stormy Daniels wouldn’t be a crime except that it happened in the context of the campaign and was done to advance the campaign. It’s all well short of a bullseye. The involvement of Trump is as surprising as the sunrise, but it is material. It was huge news in the strange way that things that are completely expected are huge news. I’m not sure anything changed. The Trump administration is corrupt, rotten to the core, with cabinet secretaries looting their agencies, and a couple of Trump’s strongest supporters in Congress arrested on charges of insider trading and using campaign money for personal use. This was the guy who was going to “drain the swamp.” I don’t know what more it takes for his supporters to realize they’ve been had, but even the Christians still love him, porn stars and all. He’s still President, and still governing like a toddler jacked up on Red Bull and gummy bears. His agenda is all about more pollution — the regulations on coal-fired power plants are being relaxed; auto gas mileage targets have been removed; strip mining coal in what used to be a National Monument is now OK. He won’t rest until the Cuyahoga River once again burns brightly in the night sky of Cleveland. The tax reform bill will have little impact on most people, and was more than offset by an increase in health insurance costs because, you remember, he was going to replace Obamacare with “some- thing terrific.” He never got around to the details. He’s just smashing hell out of everything without the slightest clue how to fix any of it. International trade is all up in the air because of his tariffs. Tariffs are taxes. Taxes are supposed to be imposed by legislation, which means Congress is supposed to pass laws imposing tariffs on steel from Turkey or wherever. That’s not what’s happening. Congress hasn’t voted on much of anything in years. So how is Trump imposing new taxes, by himself, without Congress soiling their hands by actually doing their job? I found the Big Day of Justice to be sort of a letdown. We’re not going to see Trump frog marched out of the White House in handcuffs convicted of treason.” It turns out there is something tucked into a law from 1917 – World War I, a hundred and one years ago – that said that in times of war, if necessary to protect national security, the president could impose emergency tariffs on his own. Congress couldn’t act quickly enough, the thinking was, so the president could act on his own to block or restrict imported goods from presumably hostile countries. How we got from Kaiser Wilhelm to Canadian plywood being a threat to national security is beyond me. It’s apparently beyond the Republican-controlled Congress, too, since they have declined to stand on their hind legs and question whether that is a good policy, whether this really counts as a “time of war” within the meaning of the WWI legislation, and whether Canada is an emergency threat to our security. Plywood doesn’t feel threatening in Home Depot. It just feels more expensive. The pundits seem to think the Democrats will take control of the House in the next election, and possibly even shift the balance in the Senate. I guess that would help. But Trump still has a long time in office, and election of a Democratic Congress isn’t the same thing as getting a two-thirds vote in the Senate to impeach. And if they could impeach him, the result is President Pence — a hunk of Styrofoam packing material. Paralysis seems like the only logical outcome. We tried that for 6 of Obama’s 8 years. I’m not sure it worked. So I found the Big Day of Justice to be sort of a letdown. We’re not going to see Trump frog marched out of the White House in handcuffs convicted of treason. Sending Paul Manafort to prison for tax evasion doesn’t undo the damage. It’s all very unsatisfying. Speaking of unsatisfying, is there a less exciting way to spend $1,000 than putting new tires on the car? The tires on my car probably had another 5,000 miles left on them, just not 5,000 winter miles. I had a blow out in Bluff, Utah, where there isn’t even an air hose. I got a new tire in Blanding so I could drive home, but it came with dire warnings that I needed to have all 4 be identical or the four-wheel drive would blow up. So I bit the bullet and bought new tires all around. And the car drives, well, just exactly like it used to, but I should be able to get out of the driveway when the snow comes. 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 What really fits It was never about the clothes. ... She knows that now. But the first time we went back to school shopping was 13 years ago when my granddaughter entered kindergarten. I thought it might be a fun tradition to start. A little lunch and a few special things to help her start the school year. Not the kinds of things you buy when you are The Parent — all practical and sensible and color-coordinated. I would guide a tiny bit but the clothes were her choice. And two pairs of shoes — one for fun and one a bit more everyday. Sometimes a coat. And always something not school related — a stuffed animal at first, maybe a watch later on. Her male cousin would get the same treatment a few years later — ditto her younger brother. And for all these years we’ve all kept up the tradition. I made it easy on myself — we went to a mall (which is my most dreaded way to shop personally). With a small child and multiple needs and grabbing a meal, this is most efficient. It was pretty much the only time of the year I would enter that space. Until, of course, the Apple Store landed there. Lunch would always be in a sit-down restaurant where she would negotiate the napkins and the waitstaff. Sodas or lemonade — it made no difference to me. Ice cream for lunch? That was fine. Grilled cheese sandwiches four years in row? Who cares. I was studying this rare creature like a scientist would. Blonde hair, blue eyes and a quick smile. Reserved yet inquisitive. And kind. Some years there was little conversation. She was living in her head. I knew that need. She is — after all — a piece of me. When she showed signs of being tired of the trying on or tired of walking the miles in the mall to find shoes or just had had enough — we always stopped. Forced fun never is. We would find the toy or the lemonade and sit for a spell on a bench. A little people watch- ing. Sometimes we would continue after a break. Or sometimes we’d just head to her home. She never once had to be reminded to say thank you by her parents. She was always genuinely grateful. Her parents had given her at birth the very grand name of Izabelle Paris (they had their first kiss as exchange students on the steps of Notre Dame). Maybe there will be a time in her future life she will try on the name Paris for herself. But for as long as she could self identify — she has been Iz. As the years passed some trips happened after school had already started so she could get a sense of what kids were wearing at her new school — she went to several different elementary schools, then a performing arts middle school, and a science high school and now in this, her senior year — a charter school. Right now she wants to be a pilot. But she still has her music — she writes songs and plays the drums and guitar. She composes and sings. And films videos with her camera and her phone. She drives her parents’ car and is a pretty remarkable baker/chef. She never was the girl who liked dresses. Her style most always includes a hat. And jeans and now skater shoes. She is a boss on a board. Skateboard, snowboard. And parts of her teenage years have been complicated. Conflicted. Messy. Like all teenagers she has been hard on her parents as she finds her way. This year the trip was the same and different. We laughed a lot more. She wanted me to drive still. We found our way to the lemonade and the chocolates. We ducked at the perfume guys waving smelly samples in our faces. We laughed at the little kid running away at full steam from a parent. We waited — almost patiently — in the forever line on the day before school started at the skater store. She is tall — nearly a foot taller than me. With the same bright smile and curious nature she has always had inside. For the past two summers she has worked with me on concert days. Worked with other teenagers from here in Park City and Heber. And adult volunteers. Selling tickets or soft drinks, hauling chairs or stacking shirts. She sleeps overnight and the next morning we grab breakfast before I take her home to Salt Lake. It is a rare window into a rare creature and I do not take a minute of it lightly. Navigating the teenage years is a group sport. And the only way out is through. There are so many dreams I have for Iz. Her graduation, her career(s) ahead, a romance where someone loves her for her kind heart and quick smile and all her talents. But my dreams are just that — mine. What I have learned from this human for nearly 17 years is how to recognize the beauty of a strong free spirit. How to support her and love her and how to stop myself from wanting to shape her. I will keep showing her how to respect nature and herself. I will keep listening to her songs on SoundCloud and her laughter with small children. I will hold my breath through the tough times. And I did exhale deeply during a shopping trip where with armloads of clothes we are giggling with a certain knowingness at the small child tugging at the parent to get the hell of out the store. And I will whisper a prayer that starts and ends with ... please dear Lord let us keep having shopping days long into the future. Because it was never about the clothes. Not last week and not this 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.