A few weeks ago, I happened to have a day off so we took advantage of it and Jeff and I headed up to Park City as a little mid-week get away.
We started off our excursion during rush hour in Salt Lake and we figured it would continue until we actually got to Park City, but the traffic was worse than I’ve ever seen it. We were stopped on the freeway as soon as we got to 1300 South and we spent the next hour and a half inching forward. I’m sure a snail could have beaten us!
Since it was a Thursday night, Jeff still had some work to get done so we could enjoy the next day. As we are sitting in the car, and Jeff is making phone calls with his Beats By Dre noise canceling headphones on, a highway patrol car zooms past us in the left hand shoulder. I took it as a sign that there was an accident and we would be waiting for a little bit longer. Over the next 10 minutes there were 3 Salt Lake City police cars, 2 highway patrol cars, a firetruck, 2 ambulances, and an incident management vehicle that passed us in the left shoulder and we had moved maybe 10 feet.
During the long boring inching forward, we were rear ended by a Dodge Ram in Jeff’s BMW – which means the back bumper cried and fell right off. Not really – but I swear you could look at the bumper wrong and it would dent itself. Since we’ve been dating, he has had the bumper replaced 5 times and I believe only one time has been his fault. Anyway, we had been hit and the bumper was bad enough that it needed to be replaced and he wasn’t sure how we should talk to this guy because we were still on the freeway and people shouldn’t be out of their cars – so Jeff called 911 and told the guy roughly where we were and asked what we should do and apologized because he figured it wasn’t as bad as the accident that was ahead of us and the phone operator somewhat chuckled and say “Oh yeah, it’s a messy one.”
It all worked out, the guy that hit us was really nice and offered to pay for the new bumper because it was his fault completely. We drive off feeling better, then we pass the accident. There were only a few highway patrol cars still there, but all FIVE vehicles that were involved in the accident were still there and the incident guys were still sweeping up debris. One of the vehicles was a Ford F350 and the back passenger tire was perpendicular to the rest of the vehicle, a Prius was completely smashed – it looked like it had something to do with the truck’s tire – and two cars were facing the wrong direction and the last one was smashed into the cement barrier. It looked awful and I was surprised that more cars weren’t involved in the crash.
After the crash, it was smooth sailing. We arrived at the WestGate Hotel and had a suite of some kind. There was a steam shower, a jacuzzi in the bedroom, and a full kitchen. A great view of the pool with tons of screaming children. That last sentence was said with sarcasm.
We ate at a sports bar down the hall from our room and during the wait we wandered around the hotel and found an adults only pool and spa – which was gorgeous – the pool had a waterfall and there were no children.
For dinner, we sat outside and we were actually chilly and wanted jackets, which was great for the first days of August. I jokingly asked Jeff if I could try some alcohol since I haven’t done anything that normal 21 year olds do, so he ordered a non-alcoholic beer and it was one of the most disgusting things I have ever tried.
We spent the night swimming and relaxing in the pool/spa and taking a steam shower.
The next morning we woke up, checked out and headed to Main Street. We didn’t realize that it was the Kimball Art’s Festival, so parking was difficult because all the artists were showing up to set up. We walked around looking for a little place to have brunch and finally settled on the Java Cow. It was a cute little place and I loved it. I want to do a photoshoot there sometime. Anyway, we ordered crepes and an orange smoothie and sat back and watched people for a little bit.
After eating, we walked up and down Main Street and looking in shops and art galleries, along with watching artists set up their booths.
For the most part, it was a nice and relaxing getaway, but Jeff was still getting calls from work and he ended up working most the day.