We camped right over the hill from Sundance so we decided to go check it out. Edwin and I both have a soft spot for Robert Redford in general which was reinforced 15 years ago when we ran into him at the SFO airport. He was just as handsome and rugged then as he was in the movies.
We thought we would’ve made it farther for fall colors, but this is where we are no and the it is beautiful. The road over the the pass however was treacherous with the size of our RV and somewhat forgetting it was Sunday and everyone and their mother would be driving on this road to look a the fall colors and take photos.
We made it to Sundance, but I really don’t know how to write this without getting completely annoyed all over again. It really was beautiful, but we were highly put off that we weren’t allowed to walk along the trails without buying a lift ticket to the top. Ok, fine, we’re at Sundance, lets do it. We’ll buy the tix and have nachos at the top of the hill and walk down and enjoy the sunshine, views, colors.
The said the top was open until 4pm. We get up there at 3:25pm and although their bar/cafe is supposed to be open until 3:30pm they said they were closed. It was insult to injury as nachos are being delivered by trays to everyone sitting there. They would not sell us anything, not even chips because they said they were closed. Edwin did even attempt to bribe the cook, kindly of course. All we wanted was some food. At this point we were starving as we had been waiting to have a lovely snack on top of the hill. There are some law-abiding folks in this area. No ifs ands or butts… Some other travelers were kind enough to share with us some granola bars that they wouldn’t be eating because…well…they ordered their NACHOS ten minutes before us. I’m glad it makes sense on their last day open of the season that they pack their remaining food down instead of selling out.
Fine, we’ll walk on down. I was a bit cranky to put it mildly, but was even more put off when we weren’t allowed to walk down in the sun because that trail was not open. Only the one in the shade of course was open. Then 1/2 way down the mountain where the sun was shining again…guess what…not open to walkers, only bikers. It was probably just me being cranky but their customer service was not what I was wanting it to be.
Nonetheless we had grand old time riding up the lift, the girls had their own, and the girls though I was being pretty funny on the way down because they’re not always used to hearing me being slightly belligerent.
Now we are that grand old Park City RV resort because we need a night where we can plug in, be warm, take a shower. Back to Salt Lake tomorrow to drop off the RV generator…can hardly wait.