My dad came to visit from Phoenix over the weekend, which was really awesome! He hadn't met Lyall yet so he got to hang out with his little granddog, and see Greg's and my apartment and everything. It was a nice relaxing visit. We had coffee in the mornings, ate laid back breakfasts, watched The Hobbit, got Cold Stone after a dinner of leftover pizza, and generally did weekend things.
Yesterday my dad and I decided we'd drive up to Park City, which is only about a forty minute drive from us. It was what normal people would call a beautiful day, but it was a bit too sunny and bright for my tastes... Still, we had a great time looking in expensive boutiques and sitting up on the roof of the No Name Saloon with 3.2% beers and greasy food.
I hate attempting photography in such bright, direct sunlight, but I did it anyway just for you. Park City is a weird place. It's like a tourist town for rich people who go skiing. All the cars there were huge, shiny SUVs and pickup trucks, and everyone was walking around in puffer vests and weird cowboy boots. I don't get the whole Wild West rich person aesthetic. It's like they spent a ton of money making their houses look like log cabins, which they then decorated with bits of tree trunk, antlers, and Native American rugs. And not in a fun hipster way, but a weird way. These people were all over Montana, and I have a feeling they lurk everywhere in the West. I suppose there's a version of the outdoorsy rich cowboy out East, but I've no idea what it is.
Anyway, have some photos from our little day trip! And let's put our heads together to sort out what the deal is with this creepy moose statue. Why is it wearing jeans? :(