Friday evening I made the trek up to Park City with my pals Cyndee, Rebekah, and Liz for the Deer Valley Music Festival. I've talked before about my love for Deer Valley and their outdoor concerts. It's become a pretty much annual summertime tradition for me. This year's guests were none other than the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. And as you all know, I'm something of a Choir groupie, so of course I was thrilled to be there. Even better, the program was all showtunes. Let's see - Deer Valley, MoTab, the Utah Symphony, and showtunes. A total quadruple threat! So, despite my gimpy toe, we made our way to Park City and hauled ourselves up the hill.
Now, the thing with Deer Valley is that Park City is several thousand feet higher and several degrees cooler than Salt Lake. And when the sun goes down, the temperature drops quickly. It's not uncommon to have it be 50 degrees by the time the show's over. So I usually try to be prepared in the extreme. This time around I had three blankets, a light hoodie, a fleece jacket, a stocking cap, and gloves. And since the show always goes on, rain or shine, I brought along a big umbrella just in case (the umbrella also doubles as a walking stick, so it comes in handy). Neither Rebekah or Liz had ever been to a concert there, so they were pretty amused when they saw me and all my gear. I admit it's a bit of overkill. But it beats being chilly, right?
Anyhoo - the concert was incredible as always, and we had a great time. We ended up sitting by and visiting with a very nice couple Draper, and I had warned them in advance about my singing along out loud, lest they be annoyed. But they were good sports about it. I may have gotten a WEE bit carried away during the second set, which was mostly all Rodgers and Hammerstein songs (you know me and R&H songs). But how could I keep from singing when they broke out into the "Sound of Music" and "Climb Ev'ry Mountain"? Seriously, it was all I could do to keep myself from jumping up and doing the twirl in the mountain meadow.
By the time of the grand finale of "Seventy-Six Trombones", I was at a pretty good volume. That's when the lady turned to me and jokingly said "If you break out the trombone, I'm through." I assured her that I forgot my trombone at home and she had no need to worry. Next time though...
Now, the thing with Deer Valley is that Park City is several thousand feet higher and several degrees cooler than Salt Lake. And when the sun goes down, the temperature drops quickly. It's not uncommon to have it be 50 degrees by the time the show's over. So I usually try to be prepared in the extreme. This time around I had three blankets, a light hoodie, a fleece jacket, a stocking cap, and gloves. And since the show always goes on, rain or shine, I brought along a big umbrella just in case (the umbrella also doubles as a walking stick, so it comes in handy). Neither Rebekah or Liz had ever been to a concert there, so they were pretty amused when they saw me and all my gear. I admit it's a bit of overkill. But it beats being chilly, right?
Anyhoo - the concert was incredible as always, and we had a great time. We ended up sitting by and visiting with a very nice couple Draper, and I had warned them in advance about my singing along out loud, lest they be annoyed. But they were good sports about it. I may have gotten a WEE bit carried away during the second set, which was mostly all Rodgers and Hammerstein songs (you know me and R&H songs). But how could I keep from singing when they broke out into the "Sound of Music" and "Climb Ev'ry Mountain"? Seriously, it was all I could do to keep myself from jumping up and doing the twirl in the mountain meadow.
By the time of the grand finale of "Seventy-Six Trombones", I was at a pretty good volume. That's when the lady turned to me and jokingly said "If you break out the trombone, I'm through." I assured her that I forgot my trombone at home and she had no need to worry. Next time though...
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