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Show It seems like trespassing to be drving into the Uintas in the middle of January. The road at the gate is clear but soon the pavement turns to packed snow. Still, before the noon sun has had a chance to work its mischief it's easy going. Considering it is a weekday there is a fair amount of traffic four-wheelers towing snowmobile snow-mobile trailers past a few remaining patches of gravel, skiers daring their VWs even as far as Murdock Basin and forest service crews working at various winter maintenance maintenan-ce projects. A Subaru Brat, carrying no apparent recreational recrea-tional paraphenalia sped by and wasn 't seen for the rest of the day. Looked like he was bound and determined to make it to Evanston and perhaps he made it. By afternoon, though, the packed snow on the Mirror Lake Road had developed a tricky surface of slush with an icy base. It was obvious that numerous vehicles had been overly confident on the vay up, neglecting to figure how they were going to turn around. A Landcruiser, in fact, might have ended up in the icy headwaters of the Provo River, if it hadn 't come to rest against a small but sturdy tree. The tow truck was on its way. From the peace and quiet of the Uintas, the hullabaloo over the Film Festival at the Holiday Village Cinemas was quite a contrast. Park City s biggest parking lot was jammed clear around to Alpha Beta. Passer sby, considering con-sidering a quick stop for milk and bread probably thought better of dealing with the melee. New endurance records re-cords were set for watching back-to-back quadra features. fea-tures. The contenders only exercise for the day consisted con-sisted of the jog from Cinema I to Cinema II with an occasional sprint to the box office. They were careful to wear sunglasses in the 'real out of doors! ' Parkites, in general, found all the fuss quite stimulating. The bother of finding their parking places on Main Street usurped for the week was of less concern than the enjoyment of seeing so many new faces, some glamorous, some harried, some permanently per-manently welded to their video cameras, some earnest, ear-nest, some nonchalant. There were, for instance, two visitors in perfect punk attire short bleached hair, spiked wrist manacles and leather pants and there was a suspicious character in Devo glasses, knit cap and overcoat. over-coat. They lent an air of excitement to an otherwise routine trip to the grocery store. But enough with the intrigue, with the suspense of wondering whether the ushers will accept priority tickets this show or not, enough with the flashing strobes and incessant schedule sche-dule conflicts. This is winter we should all be hibernating. hiberna-ting. NC |
