At the start of Day 8, we’re in Park City Utah in the nicest rooms we’ve had so far on the trip. And I’m thinking about The Odyssey. Wasn’t there an island that seemed a paradise to Ulysses’ men? And they didn’t want to leave? Same thing here. Bob and Jarrett are totally taken with this hip, steep, cool little town, and they wouldn’t mind staying. I understand. We all dawdle. Park City is that kind of town.
After breakfast, Bob finds a place that will take him immediately for a neck and shoulder massage, and I say Go for it. He’s been holding the camera on his shoulder for long times in the car every day. And that has to hurt after a while. I’ve never met a cameraman who didn’t have back pains or spasms or aches or problems of some sort. It looks easy but it’s hard work. Jarrett and I use the hour to work on stuff for this blog, and we don’t get out on the road again till after noon.
We sail away on Interstate 80 heading west, sipping on small bottles of bubbly San Pellegrino water that they sold at the gas station on the way out of town. Park City is that kind of town.