"Let me hear you say, 'Truck, yeah!'"

Day 17

Livin' That RV Life in Heber City, UT

Happy Halloween from our little piece of paradise at the Mountain Valley RV Resort! Unlike many of the other camp sites at which we've overnighted, this place is the real deal with a clubhouse and permanent residents. It's basically the Beverly Hills of RV parks...and Jon and I are really bringing down the neighborhood with our newbie hijinks. 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                

Following days of arguments about his level of Covid-caution, Jon finally started socially distancing. Mainly from me.

After so much cold and snow through the past week, we were both thrilled to feel mid-sixties sun on our faces. 

Given my Irish blood, however, a little bit of sun quickly becomes too much sun so I had to resort to using one of Jon's dash decorations. It was a tremendous sun shade - the likes of which no one has ever seen before. No one has done more for blocking the sun than this hat except for, maybe, Lincoln's top hat. I'm not sure - but I think it's done more to block the sun than even Lincoln's hat. 

We spent a lazy day in our "front yard" before packing up again and heading to Park City for dinner. En route, we stopped at a few places in an attempt to remediate some issues with our propane tanks and got a further glimpse into Americana Utah-style. These were not Halloween costumes.

Also curious as to how many white 4x4s are too many white 4x4s in a Walmart parking lot. The answer is apparently, "too much is never enough."

We pulled into Park City where Jon had arranged a tasting menu dinner with a whiskey pairing at The Nelson Cottage at High West Distillery which did not disappoint. And, given the hyper-vigilance to social distancing and mask-wearing protocols at the establishment, even I felt comfortable (ish) dining indoors. For a brief while, it felt like a delightful return to a time before March.


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