Park City

Chandler asked me the other day if I was going to post about our Park City trip on my blog (he's my big blog reader--I often catch him on many of your blogs :). So I guess I'd better get to it. I'm sorry to report that pictures from the trip are very lacking. I hate that that happens, but juggling five children and their gear all while driving a suburban-sized stroller, the camera stays in the bag more often than not. But I'll share the few I took.

We spent one entire day at Park City Resort. Tom wanted to make sure we all got well over our moneys worth out of our full day passes--and we did! We could have each done more, but someone had to sit at the bottom with Greta the whole time. It was mostly me sitting with her because I wanted everyone to have fun. Tessa love, love, loved the slide and she liked to go full speed--not much fear in her! When she wasn't doing the slide, she was on the airplanes, train or merry go round. There was also the coaster--we all (except Tess--too young) liked that. I only got one chance on that and wanted to ride it with Tom. He rode in the back where you can control the brake--and he didn't use it at all. Although it was a little faster than I would have gone had I been in control, it was fun. Later while sitting with Greta I overheard some people talking saying that the coaster was WAY more scary than the zipline. I hadn't thought the coaster was that bad so when Tom asked me if I would ride the zipline with him, I said I would. I was feeling pretty brave and proud of myself for being willing to do it until I got to the top and saw the top end. They have you step on these stairs then sit in a chair and hold yourself up with your feet on a door that will fly open as soon as you are strapped in. At that point I couldn't believe I was doing this. But I didn't want to disappoint Tom because he really wanted me to go on it with him (it was his first time on this ride too) and so I didn't back out. When that door opened, I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth and muttered "I can't believe I am doing this." and then prayed individually of each of my 5 kids! (I'm weird I know.) When I was close to the bottom I opened my eyes a little and wondered how in the world I was going to stop. There was a sign at the top telling you what to do, but I couldn't remember what it said! So I closed my eyes again and prayed harder! Then suddenly I jerked to a stop and it was over. The young attendant asked me if it was fun. I was polite even though I felt like kicking him in the shins! (I'm a pretty big wimp!!) Oh well. I have bragging rights and I didn't let my husband down :).

Another day we went to Utah Olympic Park. Tess, Greta and I stayed and watched skiers go off jumps into the pool. Cache and Tom rode the bobsled (pulling 4gs and traveling about a mile in 90ish seconds going almost 70mph!). Caleb and Chandler rode the slide and zipline there. The rest of the time we played in the condo's pool, went shopping, played games, watched TV (we don't have cable, so it was a treat--we all LOVE The Food Network! and were disappointed, however, that we didn't catch The Iron Chef!) and went to dinner. All super fun times!