I didn't however say a word, other than pick up all our food and drinks and moving abruptly to a different dining table at a restaurant, when A DOG got too close to me and my artichoke dip appetizer. My dad wanted to complain, and in hindsight, we should have. Who brings their dog into a restaurant, even if it is an outdoor seating area? The seating area was enclosed and it was NOT a service animal!
End of rant.
My mother of course, gave everyone the benefit of the doubt and was always quick to smile. My dad and I could benefit from taking a cue from her once in a while.
Regardless. Our few days in Park City were quite relaxing...
swimming, shopping, zip-lining, game playing, eating, and generally doing nothing.
Good times, good memories, good company.