That Friday Becky and I got up early and traveled to Salt Lake City with one of Becky’s friends for the Utah Arts Festival. Nate had gone to Denver to visit a friend and so we decided to have a girls night.
After driving to Salt Lake we spent the day walking from booth to booth as you do at an art festival. It was pretty normal but there was a TON of artists there and some of them were pretty interesting. There was of course the typical overload of stereotypical photography, but some had interesting surreal art or mediums which was what I really wanted to see. One booth had beautiful pointillism pieces (I love doing pointillism). He talked a bit about how long his pieces take him (big mood) and the challenges with working in color.
Another artist I absolutely ADORED was Amos Amit. His pieces were stunning in person, much more so than the pictures online. Becky and her friend had hung back looking at another booth but I didn’t mind because I was fascinated by the detail in his work. We had to ask for a business card, which he surprisingly didn’t have one, but he did give us a sheet with a biography and a short description of his process, Batik which is a very tedious process of dyeing. His pieces in the booth were huge landscapes but surprisingly most of his pieces actually focused on topics surrounding his background as an Israeli Jew.
Upon returning, another one of Becky’s friends then met us at Becky’s house for our game night. We played Rummikub and talked all night into the wee hours. I liked her friends. They were fun and nice and had children around my age. We thought about trying to paddle the next day but both of her friends had things to do the next day so after doing our toes we parted.
On Saturday we were tired from staying up so late so…blogging day! We chilled and got some work done. The turkeys that come into Becky’s yard did visit though. Sunday though we headed over to Snowbasin for their Blues, Brews and BBQ. It’s an event at the lodge with live music. I enjoyed it (I love concerts to begin with) but the view was amazing and the lodge was crazy inside. Even the bathrooms were hella fancy with spacious stalls and–get this– FREE tampons! What. It was wild to see. But the view outside was even better. We spent most of the day at the festival and Becky knew the last band, who were pretty good.
Because this event was right at the lodge, they had the gondola running too so we shelled out the pretty penny and road it up to the top of the mountain. Boy was it worth the moments of panic as the gondola started to rock leaving the platform. I started to get used to the heights and was able to actually enjoy myself, especially by the ride down. Once heights hit a certain level where conceptualizing the true height is difficult, I’m fine. So as long as I wasn’t looking at the trees whizzing by underneath, I was fine and dandy.
Despite it almost being July, there was STILL snow on the mountain, which of course I had to stand on. It was colder as expected up the mountain but we were fine for the half hour at most we were up there in our summer attire. A little farther up there was even enough snow that someone was skiing but they did have quite a few trees to dodge. Becky commented on some huge bushes and even trees that are usually covered in snow when she skis there in the winter.
The snow was as tall as me in spots in June! From the bottom of the mountains you can see the snow so we knew there was still snow in spots but man I really had no idea how much it would be. Of course we just had to take the opportunity to throw some snowballs around but we just missed the rude guy who cut us in line. Rats.
Coddiwomple With A Canvas 