Picto Diary - 06, 07, 08, 09, 10 June 2020 - Ducks in the Snow

Note: No diary entries for 06, 07 June 2020.

Above: Deux Magots Walkers. Park Meadows. 08 June 2020.

Snow in June. Seen it, maybe, a half dozen times in our near 20 years here.

3.3 miles, Park Meadows residential loop, Wasatch Bagel, allez/retours.

Above: Mallard family in the snow. Snow Creek Subdivision. Park City, UT. 08 June 2020.

Deux Magots Walkers.

Park Meadows residential loop. 3.4 miles.

Above: Park City Old Town looking north. 09 June 2020.

Deux Magots Walkers, Park City High School Loop. 3.2 miles.

Above: Shawl finishing touches by TIMDT. 09 June 2020.

Above: Duc and Randy Favero campaign sign. Iron Canyon. 09 June 2020.

We're voting for Randy. Broad corporate experience, both coasts versus entrenched Heber local sans vision.

Above: Trio. Salt Lake City, UT. 09 June 2020.

Back at it.

Avoiding The Walking Mask People

Outdoors is good for geezers.

Above: Electric rental bikes. Park Avenue. Park City, UT. 10 June 2020.

Deux Magots Walkers.

Golf course loop from Wasatch Bagel, anti clockwise, with KAT. 3.3 miles.

Isn't using this tagline for an electric bicycle a little disingenuous? Well, giving IHC the benefit of the doubt, I guess its healthier to be on one of these than being home sitting on your sofa! — at Park City Golf Course.

Addendum:

Great photos and a great part of the world. I spent a lot of time in this region as a young man—I worked on the Deseret Ranch out of Woodruff, Ut and we still have a marvelous old 1870 brick home there just east of the main road in Woodruff. In 1958 I started hiring high school kids from Sanpete County to work on the hay crew.

There was a large hay meadow of a few thousand acres—I ran the side mower and pulled a trail mower behind with a kid sitting on it to raise the bar on turns. For the day it was a very good swath of 12 feet but very slow, still we cut a lot of hay and could keep ahead of the “stackers”. There were always a couple of stackers—as the stack grew they would be 15 to 20 feet off the ground. As the hay was thrown up by the lift their job was to tie it all together so the stack would not fall over. In those days the ranch ran about 4 or 5 thousand cows and probably 20,000 sheep.

We worked from sun up to sun down. Saturday night the single guys would head to Evanston and a few to Kemmerer. High street in Evanston had 15 or 20 bars and Saturday night it was a rip roaring place filled with ranch hands, oil field workers and railroad workers lot of fighting and drinking. There were two hotels in Evanston and I think the old Freeman Hotel building is still there. I would go to the other hotel and get a room with a bath for $2.50—the bath was the main reason I went to town!

We tried our best to keep the high school boys out of the Kemmerer whore house which at that time was reported to be the best in the region. Evanston, Woodruff and Randolf had very nice LDS communities. I would attend church at the Woodruff ward on Sundays and made many life long friends there.

In later years I worked for M. H. Cook Pipeline Construction in the oil fields of the area. One of my jobs was to see that our workers were somewhat sober and safe on Sunday night so they could be at work early Monday morning. That world has changed so much from the way I knew it over 62 years ago.