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Show APRIL Park arrived in Park City during the “Time I Abandon.” Ours was and not profit. Ci for me, dry in a threemy it was commonly closet.’ The Teton. rent Around referred was to as $175.00 or it $125.00? A pine covered slope a Most surging we months stream were. the sound reminded A cool, alpine meated our town’s only German air. Jerry to an where Frichovitch, the weekend. join him for the annual ritual of plum picking? It is impossible for my Park City neighbor, But during of all things that time, responsible the absence made were here We fun. We embracing in enriched what desolate, learned we forgotten of the our lives discovered, Park wonders City. of our no desire to change How a thing. lage, during was a Range home, once a small young Rover to believe and a mountain community old, who of were vil- people,, bonded by their experiences of things past. And because they lived close to nature, they believed they were in harmony with it. Their’s was a world defined by the time of a snowfall or the spring run-off. This, too, brought the community close together. can I explain the culmination of experiences drives I’m about to say: There sense. We filled our empty days with activities who lives in a trophy the “Time At that time, a person of top of the long, and sitting at the broken-down set of stairs, which struggled up the hill Abandon?” play records of or the would band audience on Park, and of fragrance per- hairdresser, marching Saturdays us game on mountain playground. The rewards and the dangers. And most of us had of a moun- tain spilled into the back wall of our little house. a rugby mat what by dog, laundry Bars were popular, as was the sport of that mammoth the getting high. that first summer, I lived at catch his was on canyon neighbors. When born my that snowed Ago during the day, maybe do a bit of laun- boyfriend, my best friend’s brother and ‘the Years else 1974. shack with three roommates: town, 20 something year was Canyon. it was. of prospecting it was The It began Daly room lost time the time No, all together. up And a 1995 on the rest me. And vations love for mountain our green of the world it was then, of Park Utah, City summer, apples fell was when it in July, away from in the high ele- I explored the vast country that was to become my new home. The elements that comprised our lives were simple. We were innocent to life and to ment. the This Abandon.” surrounding was We unencumbered, and so we A and began “Time free. we of We were were curious, the exploration. I am trying hard now to remember of lilacs, the golden shimmer of to know the side, could presence the days. of our mountain surround- ten o’clock falling down not a world defined Far from it. The town was tiny, practically empty ern conveniences, today. of all mod- as we know No dry cleaners, no new them books whistle, wetting your cheeks new-found rant heart community. Goo’s for the egg famous foo our There Chinese yung, Cozy Bar -First Chance of was restau- the original & Last Chance, and the Main Street drinking fountain, always gurgling with ice cold water wet your thirst on dry summer We Days had two grocery markets and Mt. Air, Ken to days. on Main, Webbs photo shop, the Motherlode Bar and restaurant, and Skyline Realty. Basically there was precious little to do in town but to go to the Post Office sometime PAGE while you passed to the village a giant below. weathered, red A symbol of once And rugged, there to the Daly prosperous mining south, narrow Canyon. opened a the To pristine the east, meadow of the Valley. And behind and to the west of to the son the tower, ridge all dogs winter panting night named fire, in and of and the away, wind in with your wagging in have to spend a mountain hut, warmed by a ‘Fat City Condo,’ high sound alone of a mountain ecstasy? Wouldn’t you was gently look north, mountain night? Wouldn’t you have to live the joy of a very long, uphill trek beneath plicated. Sreet snow you, the building anchored the bottom of town. . Native grasses and springs, called Deer two Main with all around in the library, no tourists. Very uncom- Jimmy By Leslie Miller have To Park City was Forgotten you cool, dark, musty space of Art’s Hardware in the middle of August? Wouldn’t you have to feel the shrill of by convenience. Place Wouldn’t thick aspen leaves in autumn, and the frosty, blue-white deep of winters. We were held, we were formed by the ings. and Park City in the early years. all the days of those ‘times:’ The spring blush Time the were environ- pushing ly, and in the house love, have per- the ever From that vantage point, a person would see nothing else. No cars speeding. No residents hurrying. No tourists shopping. through the birds, or the wind, down following was born So, to ski, blissfulthe mountain, morning? in, and ago, there was who there we were, engulfed by the all absolute that cocoon time of Park City. Slow, free, spiritual days of wonder. Learning the mountain ways. We And called on you on crisp fall mornings to 16 where quiet. It was still. you he that was Mountain. sitting, No activity at all. And except for the wouldn’t you have to have the friendship of an old man, who still lived in the steps, be Treasure the through the fresh feathers of white to the peace and welcome of the valley below wooden would present only with ancient timber? Wouldn’t those had it all then, what little there was. We had it to ourselves. And what we had was enough. No, it was more than we enough, in fact, it was ever had, or ever would. the @ most |
