As I write this, there’s a chance that No. 3 son (age 18) will be stranded on his way home from cawlidge to enjoy his spring break with the people he loves so much that he chose a cawlidge 420 miles away from them.
The culprit in his delay? – of course it’s snow!
There may be a tiny minority of readers out there who are just a tiny bit tired of snow at this point in the season. As of yesterday, I am not among them. Because I spent yesterday sorting through all the delightful pictures we took on our recent ski trip to Utah. All while humming that delightful song from the movie “White Christmas” – “Snow”! It’s the one Bing, Rosemary, Danny and Vera sing while on the train to Vermont, in the dining car, where they somewhat magically fashion a little diorama of a snowy slope whilst singing.
I tried to get No. 4 and No. 5 sons to help me do something like that on our flight to Salt Lake City. They said “No!” rather emphatically, and said if I sang even one note of “Snow” out loud they would go to colleges way further than 420 miles away. And waaaaay more expensive than No. 3’s too.
When we arrived in Salt Lake City, we piled into a rental vehicle roughly the size of a a railroad dining car. But upon collecting No. 2 son and his girlfriend, who landed in Salt Lake City at the same time we did, we found the vehicle was still much too small to fit six people and all their accompanying ski gear. So, since No. 5 didn’t want to ski anyway, we left him at the airport for the next five days.
Kidding! We strapped him to the ski rack.
We thence drove to Park City, in the Wasatch Mountains. I’d like to tell you a little bit about the history of Park City. Fifty million years ago, the Wasatch Mountains were formed. Before long, silver was discovered in them, and prospectors swarmed over the area, and founded a town originally named “Parley’s Park City.” Then, me and my family arrived to go skiing. Thus ends this history lesson.