The Getaway

To escape or distract ourselves from D Day (death day), we decided to take a quick trip to Park City.  All it took was to watch one child have a melt down earlier in the week to realize.....we need a distraction.

We had a few set backs, before we got on our way.  Some of the bikes had flat tires.  Thanks to Bountiful Bicycle Shop they fixed them while we waited at no charge.  We then realized that the only person who knows where the key to the bike trailer lock is, is Mr. Brown.  Since he wasn't available, Bountiful Bicycle Shop cut the lock off for us.  As we drove out of the drive way ready to go, the check engine light went on.  Off to Tire Pros we went.  Thankfully, they added 4 quarts of engine oil (could have been a real problem), free of charge, (I may be a frequent flyer there) to get us quickly on our way.

When we arrived in Park City we checked in and went on a bike ride. We rode the Park City Rail Trail.  It is a paved, easy trail parallel to the Highway.  This has been a trail that I have wanted to ride for quite some time.  It was my first time out on a bike since by knee surgery, so slow and easy it was.

The skies were darkening as black clouds moved in, looking like a severe rain storm was eminent. As we approached the famous white barn, the sky lit up with bolts of lighting.  It didn't take us long to realize that metal bikes and lighting was not a good combination.  We quickly rode back right before the torrential down pour of rain hit.

During our visit we, dined on fine Mexican food, enjoyed the Alpine Slide, shopped at the outlets, took Mase for his first carousel ride, and enjoyed the hotel amenities. We had a great time!

Saturday night I thought I might be coming home early.  Ben got really sick.  He was laying on the floor shaking, and couldn't leave the bathroom.  He asked me to sing Primary songs to him, to help him feel better.  How cute is that!  After hours of attending to his needs, we both finally fell asleep.  He felt a lot better in the morning.  Maybe it was something he ate.

Sunday late afternoon when we arrived back home reality hit.  Tears flowed as we felt the immense pain of our devastating loss.  Five years later, we still mourn the loss of our dear father and husband.  We miss you and love you Steve Brown!

Mountainside Marriott

The bike ride.

Mexican food.

Mason's first hotel stay. His mom put the unwelcomed turbine on his head.

Mason's first carousel ride.

He wanted to keep riding.  He loved it!  Nana would have let him, but mom said NO.

The Alpine Slide.