I found new life eight summers ago. Found my place high in the mountains among the Aspen trees and skittering fauna. Found refuge from the blistering heat of the valley floor to take in the cool, soothing breeze of my Park City stay.
And falling off to blissful slumber proves my salvation as the Blue Moon lights up the night sky till sunlight brings another day. This high-level retreat goes at a slower pace and tells the too busy crowd to go away.
The world goes on my schedule now, thank you. Just while the time away as clouds gather from nowhere to tease the locals of wishful wet. And if, by chance, a lingering shower makes its way down the slopes, then at least it means a free car wash for all.
I’ll always cherish my Summit County summers. That first visit in ’75 stirred my senses and planted in my brain how life could offer a welcomed relief from the ravages of a high desert July.
As long as I live I’ll make it back to northern mountains. And if I were to breathe my final breath in this upland paradise and God calls me home — I’ll be that much closer to Heaven!
Bruce Griffin
Park City