Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Utah, Gimmie Two

As some of you may or may not know, Friday night, my uncle, Eric flew me out on a trip to Park City, Utah. It sure was an amazing trip. On that note, here is my Jason Parks sized blog.

FRIDAY
I left Long Beach Airport at 6:20pm. The plane ride was awesome because I was sitting next to a guy who complained about everything. I decided that he was not gonna ruin my flight so i turned on my ipod and listened to some stand-up comedy. Then I get off the plane in Salt Lake City. I get lost. I'm trying to talk to my uncle to get directions out of the airport, but like a good uncle who is supposed to lhave his phone on so I can call him while I land, he has his cell phone off. To make a long story short, I find my other uncle, John, and everything is cool.

We leave the airport at about 10:00 and my uncles want to take me out to eat. There aren't any eatting establishments open at this time, and this brings me to a very good question, "What's the best palce to eat in Park City"? A bar called O'Shucks. I'm kind of thinking that O'Shucks is an Irish pub with a cool Irish name, but it's not. It has a cool name, but it's not Irish. It's kind of a dive with the best hamburger in the world. After dinner, he takes be back to his huge house and we are met by my grandpa and his wife, Paula. I hung out with my family for a bit and went to sleep

SATURDAY
On Saturday morning, I wake up to watch the sunrise. Everybody says it's the best part of waking up. I thought the best part of waking up was Folgers in your cup. I guess I was wrong. I looked out the window and was like," Huh, that's really pretty". and went back to sleep. I had a rough time, and went on a hike instead.

Uncle Eric had to work, so my Grandpa took me out to breakfast. My grandpa can't just go around the corner to go eat breakfeast. This one time, when he was living in San Diego, I woke up, and he took me to breakfeast in SOLVANG!!! For those of you that don't know where Solvang is, Solvang is by SANTA BARBARA!!! My grandpa lived in SAN DIEGO!!!! I lost my train of thought. Right, breakfast.

We head out to this little town called Heber, and we eat at aplace called Chick's. Chick's is managed by a guy who used to be the manager of Arthur's in Downey. How cool is that? So I went in your room and read your diary, yeah! Sorry for the little Weezer tangent. After breakfast, we go into town and we got fishing licenses. Later on, we went fishing in the Provo River. It was awesome. I caught a log. After we went fishing I drove home. That's right, I. Actually I am almost over my fear of driving.
We came home, had dinner, watched about three hours of The Office and went to sleep.

SUNDAY
I tried again to watch the sunrise. I did but it was from the bathroom window. Then I went downstairs to wish my Grandpa and Paula a safe ride home. They drove back home to Seal Beach.

My uncles are outdoorsmen. They've always been. My uncle John wanted to take me hiking. I can't really do much because I have a messed up leg, but the reason I went to Utah in the first place was to build a better relationship with my uncles because I haven't seen my uncle Eric in almost three years, and even though my uncle John still comes out to Downey all the time, I don't really see him a lot. So I went hiking.

I asked how long the hike was and I was told that it was just a couple of miles. It was plus six miles more. It was agood hike. We got to hike up the ski runs. We hiked up and passed an almost secret spot with a little sign that read, "Picabo S.". Which I thought was a weird name for a run. I was blind and didn't realize that the run was named after olympic gold medalist, Picabo Street. It was really hot and my uncles didn't realize that I was not used to the altitude and went on without me. A few minutes later they came back for me and we hiked back.

Later that day, my uncle Eric took me to church. His church was a catholic church. We sit there listening to the sermon and it comes to communion. My uncle looks at me and says, "Sorry Chris, in the catholic church, you are not allowed to take the communion unless you've been confirmed. I was kind of pissed off because, I love God, I think of communion as a symbol of what God did and how much he loves me. I guess I had to respect the rules of the catholic church. The rest of that day, I was just not in a good mood.

MONDAY
I woke up and decided that this was my last day and I was gonna see that sunrise. It's effing cold in the morning in Utah. I put on a couple of layers of clothing. I got up and hiked and took this trail. I stood there and just appreciated what God has made. I stood there for about half an hour watching the sunrise. It was beautiful. It's one of those things that we take for granted.

I came back to the house and packed my clothes. Uncle Eric had some work to get done. So he dropped me off in town. I got to hang out in Old Town Park City by myself for a few hours. Old Town is awesome. There is a cool ski lift in the middle of town and it can take you up into the mountain. Park City is also the home of the first Claim Jumper restaurant. In my little journey through Old Town, I came across the little theater that they have the Sundace Film Festival. The theater isn't that big at all, but it atracts everybody. It's probably the size of the Avenue theater in Downey.

After I hang out in town for a bit, I see a guy on his motorcycle and think to myself how cool it would be to own a motorcycle and ride it to the hills. Then, I turn around and see my uncle Eric on his motorcycle. "Hop on!" I am freaking out because he doesn't have a helmet. In Utah, there is no helmet law. I get on and it is one of the coolest rides ever. We get back to the house and gives me the keys and all of a sudden, I'm riding a motorcycle by myself. OMG, I am just freaking out. Then he takes me to the airport.

I get to the airport and meet my good friend, Jason Parks. We fly out. I tell him how cool the trip was and then I tell him that I'm thinking of moving out there. What an awesome place. Then we get home and the trip is over.

The end.

3 Comments:

At October 28, 2008 at 8:45 AM , Blogger http://alberico.net said...

Sounds like you had a fun time!

New Luna goal (after you dress as Lun-bama for Halloween)... get your driver's license by the time you turn 30?

 
At October 28, 2008 at 4:11 PM , Blogger Padfoot240 said...

Nice trip!

 
At October 29, 2008 at 3:35 PM , Blogger nathan118 said...

Sounds like you had a lot of fun and got to spend a lot of time with your uncles. Good for you!

 

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