I fear I may be a person of Summer homes and Winter homes. In the winter I'm happy only in Ogden and skiing at Snowbasin. It's always been that way. I rarely miss a day on the mountain...of the days I'm not working, that is. I enjoy the people I get to ski with and associate with, those that for some reason I only see on the mountain each year. It's a blast knowing all the fun places, where the big jumps are, the deep powder, the fast groomers. It's comforting and peaceful to reflect on memories of past ski seasons there, making wonderful friends, improving my skiing, drinking good beer....yes, I will want to be there next winter.
But in the summer something comes over me....I miss Salt Lake. I long for the culture there. I miss the eclectic style of Sugarhouse. I miss the coffee shops and their atmosphere, the people you meet there. I miss the HUGE bicycle commuting cult that exists there, Ogden has a few but it's just different. And sure there are coffee shops in Ogden, but they're different too.
Maybe someday I'll have Salt Lake in the summer and Ogden in the winter, but for now I'll stay in Ogden.
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