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A
summertime view of Park City.
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I'm
going to be honest with you - I'm not much of a skier.
And
if I'm going to be perfectly honest with you,
I'll have to rephrase that statement to read: I'm not
a skier. Period.
It's
with shame I reveal the sad truth. I've been on a pair
of skis once, at age 12, and simply wasn't a fan. Never
mind that I'm a child of southeast Michigan, where the
nearest ski slope is built from an old landfill. Or
that although my ski instructor told me I was a 'natural',
I was more content to sit in the lodge with a cup of
hot cocoa and a book.
I
know it goes against all kinds of coolness, but I don't
ski. I don't snowboard. I don't anticipate snow with
giddiness, but rather a deep sense of dread.
So
when I was assigned to visit to Park City, one of Utah's
top ski destinations, I breathed a sigh of relief that
I'd be going in the summer. I wouldn't have to embarrass
myself with my lack of ski acumen, and better yet, I
wouldn't be worrying needlessly about falling off a
chair lift.
Little
did I know I'd end up doing both.
Hiking
Uphill is Overrated
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The
view from the top of Bald Mountain.
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It
was cheating and we knew it.
Riding
a chair lift to the top of Bald Mountain in order to
hike down, well, it seemed like we were skipping out
on a lot of hard work. Not that I minded, of course.
I was too busy enjoying the view...and the ride, once
I was assured that I wouldn't fall off the lift. (CONTINUED...)
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