In Park City via The Salt Lake City Airport:
I’m at the Salt Lake City Airport waiting for my flight home and felt like recapping the last 48 hours in park city. Which, correctly labeled by my new friends from Graphic Arts Center Publishing, felt like three weeks.
Recapping’s probably too formal. Here’s some stuff I learned out while I was out here.
- Park City’s an old silver mining town turned ski and tourist destination in the late 1980s. Most of the remaining historic buildings downtown survived a devastating 1898 fire.
- Park City is only 30 miles outside of Salt Lake City, the state capital. The 2002 Olympics used Park City for a bunch of big hill-related events. Monuments to the athletes and games dot roadsides.
- Park City’s really a sleepy town when it ain’t ski season (which thanks to "bad science" is arriving later and later) or Sundance. Historic Main St. was practically deserted save a few other lost souls like me.
- The Village Candy Shoppe is charming as all get out. I walked in and heard a voice cry "Just a moment! I’m putting toffee on!" You just don’t hear that anymore.
- I’d never been to a "swiss continental" restaurant before until the good people of Pub West took me to Adolph’s on Saturday night. The name creeped me out (I’m Jewish. It might as well have been Geobels’s World of Weiners) but both the food and company was delicious.
- Although my speech went fine, I don’t think I have to give the "Wake up and pay attention to technology" speech anymore to book publishers. I think they get it.
- PubWest is filled with mighty nice people I look forward to keeping in touch with in the future. Next year the conference is in Portland. Hmmm. I might have to present a seminar at Ground Kontrol.