Life has been busy at MoseleyWorld. So, doing my best to catch up here with the second part post of our summer trip to Park City/Deer Valley, Utah.
the view from the house’s front porch. that’s deer valley ski resort, where the 2002 Olympic freestyle mogules, aerial and alpine slalom events were held. Bald Mt (9400 ft) is the highest peak. Deer Valley has been named the #1 ski resort in North America by readers of Ski Magazine for three years in a row. But we didn’t see much snow.
we ordered fresh-caught rainbow trout, grilled them and served them with their heads still on, which I found out later wasn’t a big hit with some. Oh well. Sorry. Stay away from the Far East, where I hear some fish are plopped on your plate alive and flipping.
little patrick, son of ashley and mike, is the newest cousin.
catered dinner. private chef. yum.
One day we went to Park City Mountain to participate in their summer activities. Here’s christy and mac on the alpine slide waiting out a rain delay.
Saxon and her cousin Mac
saxon was incredibly patient during the long delay (45 minutes? an hour? hour and a half? oy vey!). I utilized cloud gazing, biofeedback and meditation to remain calm. Once it stopped raining, the ride operators plopped a blanked down in front of a sled and dried the track so we could proceed. High tech. When we finally got the green light, it was a lot of fun. But not nearly as fun as the alpine coaster, which looks just like a roller coaster but with single cars. Saxon and I zipped down the 4000 ft track at speeds up to 30 mph.
christy attempted a grandparent/grandkids portrait. our little samantha wasn’t ready for her closeup.
After a day of full activities, everyone was still out [doing more activities] and Carey yelled downstairs mentioning she was going somewhere. I was downstairs and couldn’t quite hear, but I thought she asked if I could watch Saxon. about ten minutes later, i came upstairs looking for Saxon. No Saxon. Then I went up another set of stairs to the family/kids room. No Saxon. Back downstairs to check the media room and all the other rooms on the level, including the garage. So, I go all the way back up to the third level. No Saxon.
So, just before panic descended, I called Carey’s phone, thinking she must have said, “I’m taking Saxon.” The second thought to enter my head was wondering how I would explain losing Saxon. After what seemed to be a long wait, the phone rang at almost the exact same time that Carey’s phone, which was sitting right in front of me, rang as well. Doh.
The panic I mentioned was now causing my heart to race as I scrambled from room to room bleating, “Saxon. Saxon? Saxon!” I knew this was not the case of her winning a serious game of hide + seek since Saxon is still the age where she replies to a “Where’s Saxon?” by blurting out “in the bathroom” or “in the closet.”
After covering almost every inch of this almost 7000 sf house, I noticed the door to the front balcony slightly ajar. The next thing I spotted was this sweet little girl, pictured below, who had decided to take advantage of a beautiful day in the mountains and take a nap outside. Whew.
Mac playing a game mimi invented called “find the pine cones.” we used to play that when I was growing up, but it was called “rake the yard.”
pyrotechnics. father-daughter style.
uncle von, hiking extraordinaire, helps strap Saxon in.
Saxon and her cousin Mac
an Alpine-like view
Saxon with her mom and her Aunt Teresa posing for a quick photo.
free, free at last.
