I went to Sundance for a party. VSO came with me. Up Provo Canyon in the afternoon. It was a birthday party. A big deal. Guy's 50th, or 80th, or something. Sundance is very nice. The party was out of my league. Shouldn't, probably, have been invited. The food, the wine. Shew. The service. People calling me "Sir." We left a little early and snuck back to our suite, hoped nobody would see our crappy car out front and our dirty boots on the stoop. Gone in the morning like a couple of mice. Grabbed a picture of Timp on the way out—it was flying a flag made of cloud.
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