Day 15 - Park City

I love Park City, I could so live here again. This place feels so good to me - plus it has all my requisite amenities -- Whole Foods, great yoga, so much outdoor awesome-ness, great schools, and a little bit of the wild west.

More reasons I love the Treasure Mountain Inn:
(1) when Marc went searching for de-greaser for his bike, he pulled out some "green" non-toxic window cleaner from under the sink. Thank you Treasure Mountain Inn!
(2) the owner drives a Toyota Hybrid SUV
(3) the hot tub is saline (not chlorine)
(4) the pots that come with the kitchen are stainless steel, not some freaky non-stick

My cousin Amy wrote me a couple of days ago to remind me it's my Grandpa's 99th birthday in a couple of weeks. My Grandpa rocks. He just had a letter to the editor published in the Florida Sun-Times a few weeks ago, regarding America's Financial System in Crisis.

Next - If I have not returned your call (which is anyone who called) it is because I dropped my phone one too many times and now it is not taking a charge. Boo-hoo, not. It was time I ditched that Iphone for a lower SAR rating phone anyhow, since I am always smushed up with Skymonkey. Marc, use that link above to pick out your new phone, please.

Today I was driving down the road and the Rock Racing Escalante passed me. Huh! Turns out the Tour of Utah is here this week and the "race headquarters" is in Park City. So, Thursday we were heading to Ogden anyhow, it is going to coincide with Stage 2 from Ogden to SLC. Then Friday we can head down to watch the crit downtown SLC (and get dinner at an acclaimed raw/healthy restaurant, Sage's Cafe) and Saturday the race is from Park City to Snowbird, fun!

Ugh, as I was writing this I started smelling cigarette smoke wafting in from the outside. I braved the toxicity to hang my body over the railing and find the culprits -- two French people staying next door, who definitely looked the smoker part. Here's to hoping that they are the kind of French people that enjoy an occasional cigarette, not chain smokers. I politely asked them to stop smoking, and then called the front desk to complain, where they were so sweet and sympathetic, even though if anything we need to move, cause they are allowed to smoke outside. I am that girl. That was way out of character for me - usually I would just brood. Now I have a baby to protect, I finally need to act like a normal opinionated adult, it's not all "totally cool" anymore.

Desiree made a good point about this a few months ago, when I was lamenting my super-heightened sense of smell, and new post-baby nose for anything potentially harmful to her. Well, I had been thinking about it just as an early-warning system, but then she mentioned that also anything I smelled would potentially be coming out in my breastmilk. Good point! If you can smell it, it's because particles of "it" are coming in through your nose. And Sky's liver is not developed enough yet to be processing our ubiquitous chemmies. Bla!


Anyhow, maybe if I drink a Kombucha and re-lose myself in the Olympics I can regain my love.

Love!!