I moved to Park City in June, so I’m a newbie. However, growing up in Salt Lake City — just 30 minutes down the road — I spent a ton of time there. My Dad bought a house in Park City when I was a teen, after my parents split up. Funny, I remember when he sold that house in the Park Meadows neighborhood in the early 1990s. It was on the market for $495,000 but he offered it to my husband and I for $1 and the cost of the annual taxes. HELLO? Pooh! Park City? Who wanted to live there? We lived in DENVER. Now, that was a REAL city! Park City was an obscure little ski resort town with strange folks. Blech.
HHHmmmmm. Yes, well… I noticed the other day — as I was on a lovely bike ride through Park Meadows– that my Dad’s old house was for sale! Just out of curiosity I stopped and pulled the flyer. Dare I share? “VIEWS, VIEWS, VIEWS… don’t miss this opportunity to live in one of Park City’s BEST neighborhoods with views that don’t quit! This six bedroom home with vaulted ceilings and four rock fireplaces can be yours for $1,750,000! A great deal for this prestigious street.”
SERIOUSLY? I feel so SMART. That DUKE education sure came in handy! In fact, those 2 Master’s Degrees I had just finished in 1991 sure PAID OFF! “No thank you, Dad. Just SELL it!” … Dad, I’m sorry. Yes, you were right. Wish I could tell you to your face…
And, Park City! Wow, what a GREAT place to live. An obscure little ski town with strange folks. What could be better?