If you’re a Bach fan, you recognize the title. In a minute, I’ll explain how turkeys and deer factor into my use of it. A warning: if your eyes glaze over at the thought of looking at the travel photos of others, you might run while you still can. I’ll totally understand!
Have you ever been in a place where you felt your soul open like a flower? That was Utah for me; a breath of fresh “Ahhhhh.” But the first moments of delight occurred before I arrived in Utah—when my plane flew over the Rockies. (Sorry. I didn’t take a picture of that.) Mountains are a wonderful sight and quite the novelty for me, since I live in flat, flat, flat Illinois where the only mountains are the occasional trash heap. But, it’s home. 🙂
I brought two stuffed sheep—gifts from friends over the years—along for the ride. They usually sit on one of my bookshelves. Like me, they needed a change.
And what a change. A cozy cabin shared with four good friends at the Sundance Ski Resort (near Provo), with Mount Timpanogos as a backdrop, was just what the doctor ordered. Maples, aspens, other deciduous trees, and various conifers lined the winding mountain roads. As I stood on one of the paths and gazed at the surrounding slopes dressed in a variety of vegetation, I felt enfolded by loving arms.
Every morning and afternoon while my friends and I sat at the dining table with cups of coffee or tea before us, a rafter of turkeys—five or six at a time, sometimes eight—would stroll by the front door on their way up the road. Occasionally deer would creep out of hiding and sample the vegetation near the door. Like the turkeys, they strolled the grounds seemingly without fear.
Since the trip was meant to be a writing retreat, writing was the order of the day. But an occasional break for a walk or a meal at a restaurant soothed the soul.
A tipsy guy on Main Street in Park City offered us this savvy dining tip: restaurants with downstairs seating have the best food. Unfortunately, he was a little vague on restaurant names and locations. We eventually found our way to Chimayo. (If you happen to go there, I recommend the sugarcane skewer of elk or the scallops.) On a different night, we tried the resort’s own restaurant (the Foundry Grill—I recommend the shrimp scampi).
The Foundry Grill and Chimayo
No Robert Redford sightings, however. (He’s the one who established the resort.) Still, I had a great time.
Foundry Grill photo from the resort website. Chimayo photo ala Google.