“Where’s the nearest gas station?” he asks.
We don’t need gas to drive two miles back to our apartment. But I assume he just wants to fill up for the next time we go out, and I tell him I think there’s a station along this road.
And that’s when he says he’s booked us a room in Park City for the next two nights.
In case you haven’t noticed by now, I have a pretty sweet husband.
Friday night—We stroll downtown Park City for a little while before stopping for dinner at Flanagan’s on Main. Shepherd’s pie for me and a BBQ bacon burger for Alec. Both delicious.
We drive to the Tanger Outlets and get a jump on our clothes shopping (to be continued the next day).
Then we go back to the room for a night of Netflix.
Saturday morning—Up bright and early for breakfast at McDonald’s, followed by a more exhaustive trip to the outlet stores. I go a little bit crazy buying some cute new clothes, but luckily Alec doesn’t mind!
We venture to another shopping outlet and wear ourselves out. Then we pay for overpriced but delicious bagel sandwiches.
Saturday afternoon—Nap time for me while Alec hangs out. We emerge after a couple hours of relaxation to explore Canyons Village and brave the ski crowds.
We aren’t skiers ourselves, but we take a gondola ride in the afternoon sun.
Saturday night—Back to Main Street! We pop into an art exhibit for Peter Max, who apparently is world-renowned and whose paintings we fall in love with but cannot afford. When we ask whether the artist ever sells smaller prints we receive a scandalized glance and a bit of a snub.
Ice cream next, at Java Cow. The line is horrendous and the shop is filthy but the ice cream transports me to a state of pure bliss.
Then it’s home to our cozy hotel room and time for more Netflix.
Sunday morning—A happy return to Salt Lake City.