We enjoyed Park City, Utah. We didn’t do much there, but we reveled in the cooler temperatures. It was actually 40 something degrees one night! (That compares to the almost 30 days straight of 100 degree weather, with nighttime lows in the high 70’s! Ugh.)
We’d been to Park City before, many years ago, on a big ski trip with friends and relatives. I think it was back in the late 1970’s. Charlie got shamed into not smoking by one of my friends (and she stopped, soon after!), and I remember my Dad getting hurt coming down the mountain at the end of the day; he and my Brother skied off a cliff and my Dad ended up getting stitched up! Also, our group took over a nightclub in downtown Park City one night and acted like fools. Good times.
Boy, have times changed in Park City. It is a sprawling place now, probably due to the Salt Lake City Winter Olympics in 2002. Some of the events were held at Park City; in fact, the ski jump venue is right in front of you when you go to the grocery store. This place must be a madhouse in winter.
We drove from Park City to Winnemucca, Nevada on July 4th. It was a long drive across a lot of nothing. We did, however, pass the Bonneville Salt Flats near Wendover, Utah. There’s a lot of salt out there, but didn’t see any Speed Trials going on. And, that was the highlight of the day, as we cruised through there on I-80 doing about eighty.
There wasn’t much to be seen in Winnemucca, either, except for two things: a great barbeque joint and a fantastic fireworks show. The Pig BBQ and Pub has really good food: Charlie had Pig Tacos and I had the Cajun Burger. It was probably the best hamburger I’ve had in my life.
That evening, at around 9:30 p.m., a fireworks show began at a nearby fairgrounds…and didn’t let up until 10 p.m.! It was a doozy, and drove our dogs nuts.
I wasn’t in the patriotic spirit. I love my country, but it’s circling the drain, with nincompoop Trump running the show. I’m not sure we will survive this. How a country so great could elect such a loser to public office is beyond me. Rather than being proud on July 4th, I’m ashamed.
We’ve got a child for President, a guy who likes the sound of his own voice, and throws tantrums when anyone doesn’t agree with him.
He’s disgracing the office of President, and doesn’t seem to care a bit.
He doesn’t have a clue what he’s doing internationally, amateurishly attempting to bully North Korea, China and our European Allies.
Speaking of bullying, he’s declared war on the Press, because they’ve been critical of his childish antics and abuse of authority.
Meanwhile, his prime campaign objectives are going nowhere in Congress, as the bad ideas are being recognized for what they are…by his own party.
President Trump has now convened a “blue ribbon” group to investigate voter fraud…because he didn’t win the popular vote for President. The only explanation for this (in his mind) is because millions of illegal voters didn’t support him…despite election officials in every state telling him that he’s nuts. His Vote Fraud Commission has now demanded that all 50 state election heads give them all types of private information about voters. Virtually every state has declined to do so…because the whole circus has an Orwellian odor, attempting to provide Trump’s cronies with data for voter suppression efforts in coming elections.
With all these shenanigans going on, it’s hard to sing “I’m Proud to be An American” and wave the flag on the Fourth. Our country is in deep trouble, and too many people don’t seem to notice…or, worse, give a shit.