Life in our town is pretty sweet and simple. Views in all directions are stunning. Old town is beautiful. Every evening, it seems that most people get out for a walk. It’s lovely. You see entire families walking in town and through fields. Folks of all ages. Yet always a quiet vibe. Here are some photos of the place we’re calling home this fall (most from in town but a few from running above town). Hazel is loving the pump track BTW.
Today we ventured into the hills for a family hike. The mountain culture of Europe is such a treat for North Americans. Huts that serve food! Tiny ancient towns! In the middle of nowhere! Narrow steep remote roads! We went for a hike up to a lake, then had a great meal in a refugi (hut). On the way to all that we passed through a mid-mountain town called Meranges. Tiny town, stone everything, drizzle, no other souls in sight. We saw a Creperie and parked. It said “open, ring the bell” so we did. A kind Catalonian man popped out of the door next to the store. It was a tiny door with a mushroom handle. Yes, he would make us crepes. It’s the sweetest little shop. In a mix of languages we connect. Tell stories. Shared love of mountains and snow. He knows Park City! Sweet man, three kids and the youngest comes down to join us. We buy crepes, homemade bags and tshirt, marmalade, ham and probably more. It was that feeling of wanting to buy things to express … caring? Appreciation? Wonder? Or all of them? It was a magical moment. As it’s happening you’re thinking “I might remember this forever”. So different than home in every way yet so universally human.
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