It was a perfect Utah weather day as all members of the Z family made it to Park City for the annual Arts Festival. (I don't think we have missed many times in the past 30+ years of going.) Bright and sunny, the temperature was just right for the first day of August -- hot in the sun and cool in the shade. During our decent down Main Street, we past by an open alley way and Wart suddenly had goose pimple and mention it was kind of cold.
But Sparky was in Seventh heaven to have all her posterity there, including grand kids. Tyler was a constant shadow as he explained everything to grandma. (He's definitely going to be an engineer of sorts when he grows up.) Frank was back and forth between grandma and his stroller. (Main Street is a pretty good climb for a 2-year-old.) Not a shopper, Kate was a little bored but Lou is starting appreciate the jewelry being offered by the craftsmen.
Slowly but surely we made our way past the booths and people. The people were as interesting as booths with vendors from all across the country, plus at least one vendor from Canada that I noticed. It's a different crowd from what we normally see in Happy Valley.
Half way up the long drag, Frank was hungry, so dad sat him down in the shade and bought him a hot dog. Mom had brought her usual half gallon of iced water in the bottom of the stroller so dad and son were set for lunch.
I was surprised at the number of photographers displaying their wares this year. Probably 10 were there, all with a different twist to the art. Some were colored, some black & white, while another one was sepia toned. One photographer had printed the pictures on canvas and then put a glaze other the image, making it appear to be a painting. Interesting.
Wart's favorite jewelry store is in Park City. They have a unique style in their work, and I admit I liked a lot of the merchandise. Sparky, naturally, picked out a ring that cost almost as much as our first house. The attendant was very surprised that her counterpart had allowed Sparky to wander the store with it on, as she came to show it to me. I guess it was a no-no!
We were (at least I was) disappointed when we made it to the top and the food court had only lite sandwich's to eat. It's been a little of a tradition to have a bratwurst with sauerkraut on a bun each year. But no luck this one. So we turned around and headed back down the street, stopping at the Red Banjo pizzeria for lunch. It was a long wait since we were part of the noon rush, but the pizza came piping hot, which made up for the wait. As my father used to say, "Hunger is the best cook." I think he had a good point.After lunch we stopped at an ice cream stand and bought various sundry items. (Nothing like ice cream after a hot spicy pizza.) Then we spied the full-size cow standing out front of the creamery. We mounted the kids and got this shot just before Kate about wrestle the cow to the ground as she swung off of it via its horns.
After the festival we were off to the factory outlets for more fun as we spent money we don't have. Thank goodness for MasterCard.
Don't tell the Bishop, but we may head back up tomorrow since the pass is good for both days and we didn't finish seeing the lower half of the festival. Shhhhhh.
