Maybe America was never the America this song makes me believe it once was. But when I hear this I think of a country I have an phantom nostalgia for.
After an unsuccessful attempt to find a Taqueria and a resignation to have fast food Mexican instead, J and Aa headed to the mall. These are the kinds of crazy decisions you make when you live out of a car and the State Parks have inadequate facilities. Sometimes you just want to sit in air conditioning and update your Facebook from the Apple store. Flush toilets without an overwhelming smell of ammonia? Yes please. So after a lap around the joint we determined that it was indeed the same as every other mall in America.
After co-opting the public lounge area for their own, J gabbed with her elders and Aa spent his time learning about the local flavor of Park City. Most people know it because of Sundance or the plethora of winter sport options. We would later find out that Park City is “a bastion of sanity in a very insane place.” The ski bunnies and Hollywood celebrities have made this mountain town something very different from the rest of Utah. Must be all the money and dope. Anyway, during Aa’s research, he discovered that Park City was home to a distillery making Bourbon style whiskey with an attached bar and restaurant. Naturally, this would be the first stop for J and Aa.
Finally feeling motivated to make the drive up over the mountain range and leave SLC in the dust, J and Aa piled in and got out of Dodge. The mountain drive would be the first of many spectacular drives. The leaves had begun to turn a bright yellow and fiery red, fall was here.
Park City is as one would imagine, Porsche SUVs, yummy mummys (look it up), Whole Foods. The town center is nothing more than a couple streets catering to tourists and the wealthy residents. We arrived at the tail end of Park Silly Festival, a street fair featuring local artists, musicians and food! After roaming the fair we popped into the distillery and bellied up to the bar. Opting for a bottle of wine seemed a much better idea than a flight of spirits. Luckily, the man behind the bar couldn’t help but serve several tastings of their more popular Whiskeys. The Bourye, a proprietary blend of Bourbon and Rye, was phenomenal. Sadly, most of the bottles were out of our price range (Yes, it’s true. Leave it to Aa to find the one place in the entire State of Utah that is legally selling booze on a Sunday).
With the sun setting behind the mountains it was time to stumble over to Jen and Ian’s house for a good old fashioned, dinner party.