Thirty-one year in Park City!

The end of August always brings crisp morning air, perfect weather and spots of leave change all over the mountain.

Today is also the 31st year we made it as a family to little, run down, not much of a town Park City in 1985. It was pretty much barren, no trees and very quiet. Real estate was down on its knees, the ski industry was developing, but still a far cry from what was going on in Vail or Aspen.

The road leading to town still was a two-lane highway crossing a dairy farm. Today, our little mountain is in full bloom while we are declining a bit, but still in good enough shape to enjoy the result of one of our best life choices ever.