I was bloody before I even got on the plane.
Before we headed out on our 3-day weekend visit with my brother and sister-in-law in Park City, Steve and I were both expecting something extreme. Visits with my family are almost never restful, though they are restorative, at least for me. We like to do stuff! Park City is at 7,000 ft. and it’s blessed with far more scenic trails than reasons to sit down.
Hence the humor in seeing this sticker (at left) on a flagpole, at the pinnacle of a morning hike that Laura & I did, our last day there. Continue reading “Weekend in/near Wasatch”