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Show A-16 The Park Record Meetings and agendas Sat/Sun/Mon/Tues, September 7-10, 2019 More Dogs on Main TO PUBLISH YOUR PUBLIC NOTICES AND AGENDAS, PLEASE EMAIL CLASSIFIEDS@PARKRECORD.COM By Tom Clyde Mating call of the ignoramus AGENDA Summit County Board of Health Meeting September 9, 2019 4:00 – 5:30 PM Summit County Health Department 650 Round Valley Drive Park City, Utah 84060 PUBLIC MEETING 4:00 – 5:30 1. Welcome and Approval of Minutes (4:00 – 4:05) 2. PUBLIC HEARING 4:05 – 5:00: Discussion and possible action establishing a population-based cap on the number of tobacco retailers in Summit County. 3. Community Health Assessment discussion (Phil, 5:00 – 5:10) 4. FPE Grant discussion (Carolyn, 5:10 – 5:15) 5. Medicinal Cannabis and Medicaid Expansion update (Rich, 5:15 – 5:20) 6. UALBOH update (5:20 – 5:25, Marc) 7. Board Member Comments, Questions, Observations (5:25 – 5:30, All) 8. Adjourn PUBLIC HEARING NOTICE Population and Density Cap for the number of Tobacco Retail Permits Public Notice is hereby given that the Summit County Board of Health, in accordance with the Summit County Health Code, will conduct a public hearing to discuss and possibly take action regarding establishing a population-based cap on the number of tobacco retailers in Summit County. Monday, September 09, 2019 Beginning at 4:05 pm Summit County Health Department 650 Round Valley Drive, Park City, UT 84060 For more information please contact Shelley Worley, at the Summit County Health Department, 650 Round Valley Drive, Park City, Utah 84060; call at 435-333-1507; or email at sworley@summitcounty.org. The proposed changes can be viewed online at http://summitcountyhealth.org/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/TobaccoRetailCapFinal-August-2019.pdf. Notice is hereby given that the Snyderville Basin Planning Commission will meet in regular session Tuesday September 10, 2019 Location: Sheldon Richins Building – Auditorium, 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 proposed amendments to Chapter 2, Sections 10-2-1 through 10-2-6 to clarify elements of the Code including setbacks and uses; – Jennifer Strader, Senior Planner Work Session 1. Discussion regarding potential amendments to Sections 10-2 Zoning Districts and Development of the Snyderville Basin Development Code to create a Neighborhood Mixed Use (NMU-1) Zoning District; Marketplace at Silver Creek, applicant – 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, September 6, 2019 please visit: www.summitcounty.org Individuals needing special accommodations pursuant to the Americans with Disabilities Act regarding this meeting may contact Vicki Geary, Summit County Community Development Department, at (435) 336-3123. County paid $360K in legal fight in renowned canyon Associated Press A Utah county paid more than $360,000 to an out-of-state law firm to sue the federal government in a case involving rights of way in a canyon. The canyon was the site of a 2014 ATV protest ride that was a flashpoint in the Western struggle over government land management, newly obtained documents reveal. San Juan County paid JW Howard Attorneys from 2016 to 2018 to sue the federal government, The Salt Lake Tribune reported Monday. Officials were attempting to prove the county had title to a right of way extending about 3 miles (4.8 kilometers) through Recapture Canyon near in the southeastern corner of Utah. Records show taxpayers paid for some of the firm’s San Diego-based attorneys to travel using first-class airline tickets and conduct work at a rate of $500 per hour. Records indicate payments continued after a May 2018 con- solidation with a similar case brought by the Utah attorney general’s office and funded by the state. The case is not expected to be heard in court for years, officials said. Utah sued in 2012 on behalf of San Juan County for rights of way to more than 4,200 miles (6,759 kilometers) of what it said were historic roads, including long-abandoned routes through national parks, monuments and wilderness study areas. Counties and the state can claim rights of way for roads on federal land that were open to the public and used continuously for 10 years before the state statue was repealed in 1976. “Howard was worth every dime,” said Republican state Rep. Phil Lyman, a former county commissioner who signed the contract with lead lawyer John Howard in January 2017. “Every invoice your head spins at the hourly rates, but that’s what they charge,” Lyman said. “There was no deception in it.” Howard declined to comment. Lyman led the ATV pro- test ride through the canyon in May 2014 shortly after Nevada rancher Cliven Bundy had a standoff with federal officials over similar issues. Lyman was convicted of trespassing by a jury, and spent 10 days in jail and was fined $96,000 in restitution. At the time of the ride, the canyon was closed to motorized vehicles because of damage caused by unauthorized trail construction and damage to the archaeological sites. The canyon is home to Native American cliff dwellings. In 2017, then-Interior Secretary Ryan Zinke lifted the ban on motorized vehicles in some parts of the county. He said then that providing recreation access on public lands is important, and disabled people can’t get around without motorized vehicles. San Juan County is the poorest in the state with a poverty rate of 26%, according to the U.S. Census Bureau. The county’s general fund — which also functions as its “rainy day” fund — had close to $10 million in 2015. By last year, it had dropped to $2.5 million. The leadership of the great state of Utah has decided that doubling the population in the next 30 years or so is a great idea. Packing more and more people in, all trying to fit in the same space and use the same water supply, seems like a mistake to me. But as it happens all around us, it’s clear that it will take a few adjustments. The Labor Day weekend out at my house was busier than usual in the neighborhood. There were big family gatherings at nearby houses, complete with dogs that barked at mine — and mine returned the favor — screaming kids, ATVs, chain saws, lawn mowers and about every other imaginable thing that could make noise. Lots of noise. Out on the highway, swarms of future organ donors were roaring by on motorcycles. There are the Harley-Davidsons, which are the choice of both retired dentists and the tattooed crowd, and then there are the bullet bikes. Neither group has much do to with the other, and strikingly different fashion sense, but both make very loud and distinctive noise. One motorcycle by itself is enough to interrupt normal conversation out in the yard. A swarm of them is a real nuisance. I can hear them for over a mile in each direction. Equally bad are the diesel pickups. I’ll hear something roaring up the highway and assume, based on the noise, that it’s a semi dragging some gigantic piece of construction machinery up the canyon. Most of the time, it turns out to be a guy in a half-ton Dodge pulling a 15-foot house trailer. They come with a tailpipe about as big around as a dinner plate, but apparently spending $65,000 on a truck doesn’t include a muffler. It’s a real attention grabber, for sure, but the impression it leaves is probably not exactly what the driver was hoping for. It’s the mating call of the American ignoramus. It doesn’t have to be that loud. I doubt there are women out there who say, “Jake would be a great catch, if only his truck made more noise.” There was a time when we tolerated secondhand smoke. Flying was more comfortable then in terms of seat size. But we paid for it with our lungs, and exited the plane as smokecured as ham. People finally had enough. After the obvious failure of “smoking sections,” It’s the mating call of the American ignoramus. It doesn’t have to be that loud.” smoking on airplanes was prohibited. Then in offices, restaurants, bars and just about everywhere else. It took a long time to get there, but society finally decided that we did not have to tolerate somebody stinking the whole place up. Noise has become the new secondhand smoke. It’s just plain rude. It’s also harmful. In the U.S., 70 decibels is sort of considered the tolerable background noise level. In Europe, they have set the standard at 40 decibels. There really isn’t a standard that is enforced, so on Sunday afternoons, I hear the roar of the equivalent of about 200 chainsaws blasting by the house at 125 decibels each. The worst are the dirt bikes that have obliterated the Little South Fork/ Bench Creek bike trail. The scream of those things is audible from miles away, echoing up and down the canyon. It’s really the equivalent of walking into my house, uninvited, and lighting up a big cigar. We regulate the emissions that come out of the tailpipe because air pollution is bad for people. Why can’t we regulate the noise coming out of the same tailpipe for the same reason? In places like Park City (though less in the real world) people have conniptions over a car idling. Yet we tolerate the racket it makes when shifted into gear. There are a lot of things that can reduce traffic noise. Mufflers aren’t that complicated. Concrete pavement like U.S. 40 is inherently noisier than asphalt. The weird stuff they put on S.R. 248 a couple of years ago was extremely loud. It’s finally packed in and isn’t so bad now. Tires can make a lot of noise. There has to be a way to design an off-road tire that doesn’t make a lot of noise on the pavement. Maybe a combination of different pavement and some reasonable standards on tire and exhaust noise would have made the ugly noise wall at Jeremy Ranch unnecessary. If life with twice as many of us is going to be tolerable, we need to make some changes. We would never go back to the “smoke anywhere” days. Nobody would tolerate sitting down for an expensive meal in a nice restaurant and having somebody at the next table smoking up a storm. A car that burns oil gets pulled off the road in the counties where there is an emissions testing program. It seems reasonable to regulate vehicle noise at the same time. The noise from your motorcycle isn’t cool; it’s rude. 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 Find another glass — sometimes that is the answer I am weary of folks who argue — hard — over the mundane. Who operate at such a low vibrational level they crush your spirit. Does the water — midway in the glass — make it half full or half empty — they push to make their point. What do you think? They are urgent and intense. They want a singular answer. The silliness of it all — the circular arguments are wearing. This is where Creatives just want to toss the water into their face and say — I don’t know, how does it feel to you? I don’t know when I was first exposed to expansive thinking — it feels like it was in high school at the end of the ’60s when we were starting to question everything — including our teachers. And by that, I mean our teachers, too, were questioning norms. My life didn’t allow me to graduate college and it has always been a certain sadness. I remember a wise, older, big-breasted librarian at Lake Tahoe when I Iived there — taking me to breakfast in a diner two towns away one day. She had seen me checking out a variety of books and going to the very small space that was the library in the ’70s in Tahoe City sometimes to write. We had grown friendly over conversations at the check-out desk. One day she asked if she could read my writings. At that breakfast she asked me a lot of questions. She saw I was terribly lost. I confessed my lack of higher education and my desire to write. She also knew me as the young woman who had opened a children’s clothing store with her equally young husband. And I had two small children. What she did that day was nothing less than change the trajectory of my life. She told me I didn’t need a degree to be a writer. She told me most of college was just a rite of passage and rarely an education. That if being educated was a goal I should pursue it. But she warned me that sometimes a love of learning could last a lifetime. This was the chapter in my life that whenever my husband found me reading — he would take the book out of my hands and throw it across the room. He hated when he wasn’t the center of attention. A year after that breakfast I had run away from my abusive husband and with my two small children I landed here. I folded sweaters in a ski shop by day and read at night after I got the kids settled. I read everything. And I started this column. I became a reporter and then an editor. Critical thinking and expansive thinking became the tools that allowed me to find stories that might have been hidden for others. I learned to shoot a camera — first for the paper — and then for pleasure. I learned to see differently. Some of us were not cut from cloth that lays flat and drapes easily against the body. Some of us were cut from different cloth — wildly patterned and patchworked together.” Last Sunday I was invited to a dinner in our tiny cul-de-sac. A young woman who was grown up among us and now living in Portland — was home for the weekend and we all wanted to celebrate her visit. When Cata was 14 she moved quickly in dance class and that move somehow snapped her femur. A freak accident until tests showed the bone was weak because she had cancer. She spent years in and out of hospitals and with treatments, and more than once it appeared we might be saying goodbye to her beautiful soul. Seeing her at that dinner surrounded by her family of friends was my favorite summer night. I am fairly certain I was the only person there born in this country. Her father is Austrian and her mother Argentinian. The people who owned the house before them and have remained friends — even though they left the country for a spell — they are Austrian and Australian. There was a couple who was Japanese and New Zealander. Another who was Middle Eastern. Another from South America. It was dizzying really — the accents and the laughter and shared dishes on the table. Looking at Cata now I remembered when the Australian woman made it her project to make certain — despite all the setbacks and hospitalizations — that Cata would graduate high school — and against the odds — from a hospital bed — she did. That woman, Michelle, now is the principal administer of a new experimental high school here that just graduated its first class. She understands — in both a hard won and also intuitive way — how to motivate young people to learn. That night — outside on the deck — we told stories and drank wine and celebrated our 28-year-old friend who has carved out a meaningful, successful life for herself without a formal college education. She uses her multiple language skills to translate and make a living and a life. She is a curious soul — questioning how the planet works each day from the seat of her wheelchair. Michelle was determined to find a way for Cata to not only graduate but have a variety of life skills — the most important of those being curious. The mix of exotic friends is how these folks have always lived — in borderless relationships bringing with them their customs (and fabulous cooking) from a myriad of countries. And constantly being open to change — in politics and patterns. Some of us were not cut from cloth that lays flat and drapes easily against the body. Some of us were cut from different cloth — wildly patterned and patchworked together. Some of us don’t care if the glass is half empty or half full — we just care what is in there. Life is not a linear journey. Nor is education. My favorite people are the curious, the problems solvers and the dreamers. A mild level of chaos is where the Creatives live. You can find me there most days — especially Sundays 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. |