Pay Day

Everything that goes up, must come down..sooner or later!  In this case, definitely later.
Friday, late afternoon.  A good time for a saunter, but probably not a full-on hike.
Thus, Scott & I went up to Park City Mountain Resort and caught the ski lift, Pay Day.  Perfect weather--sunny and warm, with a gentle breeze.  As we rose higher and higher, the sounds of laughter from the kids on the Alpine Slide faded, then disappeared.

Off the lift, we walked over to the ruins of the Silver Queen Mine, imagining 300 men working and living there.  Then we began to meader down the mountain.  We had to cross over a patch or two of snow!

Although we had purchased a trail map, wequickly we lost our bearings...but as long as we were basically heading downward, we figured it would work out.  We crisscrossed the mountain face over and over and over.  At one point, Scott said, and I quote, "I haven't a clue where we are!"  Immediately, however, he recanted with:  "Well, I have a clue, I just don't know exactly where we are."  I KNOW we've been in that situation before--many times before in our 26 years of marriage--times when he really wasn't sure exactly where we were, but this time, he actually admitted it out loud! 

Wildflower:  Mountain Bluebell

Still, we plowed on, admiring the forest beauty and the wildflowers and the pleasant air.  Looking for a moose.

 Of course, we had no choice but to plow on...we had only our feet to get us down off the mountain.
Our 20 minute ride up on the Pay Day lift...took us 2 1/2 hours to get down!! So much for a saunter.
Good thing we like hiking.  Good thing its not backpacking!
We (eventually) finished right in Park City, a block from Main Street.  Dinner at Easy Street Bistro, outside on the patio, with a water fountain next to us and a band nearby.  Now that's  Pay Day!