Recap: I recently spent a blissful long weekend in Park City, Utah, where family and I traveled to celebrate a most wonderful union between loved ones. Talk about some kind of (wedding) wonderful. I feel like you should see some of the places I saw and some of the things I ate and some of the things I did while I was there. It just feels right.
Fresh off the plane and just minutes into a rental car ride, the sky opened up. Apparently it was the first rain in almost two weeks. I didn’t mind that rain drops kept fallin’ on my head, though, especially when the drive from the airport looked a little something like this. Mountains are always > strip malls, no?
We pulled up to an understated + sleek entryway to our hotel, Main & Sky, where a fireplace welcomed us in from the foggy afternoon. By morning, sunny rays surrounded us, casting light on nearby rooftops and the green as can be mountaintops nearby.
Ready, willing, and able to test our altitude tolerance, we joined our hosts on a hike through the mountains near their home. With no one in sight and dramatic views of the snow-less slopes, the trail felt all our own. (Minus the deer that maneuvered its way past us at record speed.)
Our post-walk oasis looked a little something like this, a beautifully designed home that proved all neutral everything is unquestionably the way to go.
Because no workout is complete without a refuel, we walked our way over to an area called Iron Horse Drive, where we virtuously consumed salads at local lunch spot Windy Ridge Café, and thereafter indulged at Ritual Chocolate. The chocolate factory / coffee shop was an artisanal mecca of sorts, with hand-crafted “small batch, bean to bar chocolate” made from just two ingredients: cacao and cane sugar. We made sure to sample the café’s cold brew (complete with coffee-steeped cacao nibs), a gluten-free brownie (made from banana flour?!), and a bar for the road. Because why not?
The following day brought more exploring, with a walk through the slightly-deserted — but adorable — town and a hike that accidentally ended here (see above). Only one member of my group was brave enough to jump in the frigid water. And by jump in I mean he tiptoed, and then momentarily dipped after a lengthy warm-up. Still, bravo.
Sightseeing taken care of and hikes had, it was time to get down to business. Wedding business, that is. Things got really real when we took the funicular up the mountain to the hotel where the wedding was to take place later in the day. Talk about making an entrance…
The wedding itself was all kinds of beautiful, stunning, Pinterest-worthy. The ceremony took place outdoors, with views of the slopes (and the occasional mountain biker riding down them) all around, white and purple lilacs lining the aisle. The ceremony was followed by a cocktail hour complete with drinks and passed hors d’oeuvres of the cutest variety — think tomato soup shots topped with bite-sized grilled cheese sandwiches and tuna tartare served in savory waffle cones.
Because I was too caught up in the wedding vibes to take photos, the above snapshots are my most presentable documentations of the party itself. Needless to say, the event was a special one, with every detail carefully thought out and beautifully executed. My personal favorite touch? The candles that hung encased in little glass spheres from the tent’s ceiling, illuminating the space and swaying every so slightly in the summer evening’s breeze.
So there you have it. Wedding wonders past, but forever remembered.
The biggest congratulations to the bestest of newlyweds.