What Park City needs is a little patience
It’s funny how 18 inches of snow can destroy a community — especially a mountain community.
People are pissed. Why aren’t our roads plowed better? Why is traffic so bad? Why wasn’t school closed? Why am I the only one who can drive? Where did the idiots come from? Where are the snow plows?
I get it. I could barely snow blow my driveway this morning (the most snow in 3 years). My kid’s school bus never came. My dog chewed through her leash because she was tired of waiting for the school bus. My other kid’s daycare had blocked off the parking lot because people would get stuck. It’s a bit of a mess.
However, you are what you make of situations like these.
My neighbor ended up driving my kid to school (thank you). The teachers at my daycare started driving up from SLC at 6:30 AM to make sure they were there on time (thank you). My wife left early for work, knowing traffic would be bad. I got my kid to daycare 30 minutes late, but he got there. I started work late, but it is what it is.
Park City isn’t South Beach. Winters shouldn’t be easy. Days like today are few and far between, but they happen. I personally wish they would happen more often. That’s one of the things that makes this place interesting.
Park City isn’t all Sundance, Vail, and unicorns. Or perhaps, I like days like today, because it reminds me that it doesn’t have to be that way.
What I’d hope for is a little more patience. We’re all in this together. That’s the fabric I would hope would be sewn into Park City’s ever-changing DNA.
Great song! Whistlin’ in the snow, here in PC!
The snow drew Summit Park together, neighbors helping neighbors plow, get unstuck, avoid snow problems, advice to tourists. Thanks everyone!
Back in the 1980’s, we all had tire chains. Snow plowing in town was pretty marginal. That was part of living here, good and bad. It’s always a good thing when Mother Nature reminds us who is really in charge. Parleys Canyon doesn’t get closed anywhere near often enough these days. I lost power for 6 hours in the big storm and somehow survived. It reminded me that my parents both grew up in houses that didn’t have either electricity or running water until they were in high school.
Brought us together in Summit Park, incredible neighbors helping each other and strangers alike
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