Goldener Hirsch Inn
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Day 16. This morning I started my push towards making it to Wyoming by the weekend. I had a beautiful 4 ½ hour drive to Park City where I planned to stay for two nights so that I could visit my friends Allie and Weston while I was out there. I rolled into this quaint little town Thursday afternoon and had some time to get acquainted with my surroundings before Allie got out of work. I had some tea and took a walk through the park and stopped to talk to some people. There were a number ...
... and I had a few ports last night after dinner and Jamie decided to take our white chalk board pen and graffiti the guys bikes. Pretty funny some of the sayings etc he came up with, and the whole lot was caught on security footage.. Utah actually crosses a time zone in the states to so Jamie and I woke up this morning thinking it was 7.30 butt actually it was 8.30 so the guys were all ready to leave as we were mucking around getting ready ...
... many of the jumpers jumping sequentially into the pool.
There is also a picture of me in the Bob Sled, ready to go.
In addition, you might see some mountain views.
We are staying with the Johnson's this week -- they rented a house for the month of July in Park City, UT.
So we are awake early due to the time difference so off to breakfast early at 6.30am , only to find that the buffet does not start until 7am, there is only one waitress on waitress service so there is a long wait!
We opt instead for Starbucks, who only have pastries at that time, so a coffee and Danish it is. We are all ready early for our 8am departure, but with fiffing and faffing we do not leave until 8.15. Big Ron, our ...
... option we chose? I am finished with needles for a while -- the Hep A/Hep B combo hurts . . . like . . . hell. No wonder babies cry when they get shots.