20190212 – Daily Routine In Paradise. Health Warning This Blog Contains Rants – You Will Be Offended


Up early after more fitful sleep.

Then Wendy and I are off snowshoeing around Round Valley. Takes more energy putting them on and off, than the hours snow shoeing. It’s freezing cold and blowing a gale, but we just about survive.

Now with two snow shoe trips under my belt I think I can safely advise on the following three rules:

1 Slacken off all your gear ready to put on in the comfort of your home.

2 Take a pair of thin glove to wear whilst trying to put them on.

3 Last, and the most important, be the last in the group to get the benefit of compacted snow. Breaking trail is for pioneers and the eager young.

Evening we’re out for dinner with Joe and Donna at a new place called Hearth & Hill. I enjoyed my meal, but the menu was weird and sparser than strip clubs in Tehran. Expensive for what it was. Acid test, wouldn’t go back.

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A somewhat premature and overly optimistic statement. Will we ever escape?


After a lazy morning I’m off to join the gym and get some exercise. Really nice gym and free Pickleball with my membership, all for $36 a month.

Oodles of snow today – proper weather.

Wendy was at the Christian Centre all afternoon.

Joe couldn’t make the gun club but I ventured forth. Despite the snow I made it all the way to the gun club car park and was defeated by 2 foot of snow. Too lazy to clear it – I thought they had more oil in the can than that.

Laurie and Mike come round for drinks after dinner. A pleasant and fun evening comparing travel sagas.

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European Unions Crazy Laws:

* Banana’s should not be too bendy.
* Waters does not hydrate you.
* Prunes are not laxatives.
* Turnips cannot be labeled “swedes”, except in one place.
* Eggs cannot be sold by the dozen.
* In a move which is bound make pro-Brexit people and clean-freaks angry, the EU has passed a new law meaning vacuum cleaners might not be as powerful.


Wendy and I set off for more snow shoeing. Problem is that there’s that much snow, most of the car parks haven’t been cleared yet. Can park at Round Valley but it’s howling a gale and seems so cold. End up at Willow creek and spend just over a hour doing the loop there, half of it’s tracked the other half isn’t. A really good workout. Wendy’s powfagged. This seems more energetic than skiing – no gravity benefit.

In the afternoon I go down to Salt Lake to try out the indoor archery range. Sadly you can only rent out recurve bows, no compounds. It’s a challenge and a tad more work than a recurve. One good thing is my target hasn’t too many holes it so I can use it another time.

Then it’s home for a quick change before setting off to the Blue Boar for a valentines meal with Janelle, Mike, B & M. I’m designated driver so no alcohol. Pleasant meal in awesome surroundings with good company. They have an awesome collection of antique crossbows on the wall. Driving back is a nightmare of rain, then sleet, then snow. No street lights. No cats eyes. White lines are obscured by snow and slush.

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As always, along with 10 Americans throughout the whole of mainland USA, I watched the State of the Union speech – wish we had one in the UK, would be pretty terrifying at the moment. The version had a few times when it just cut out, with a black screen as if it had lost the signal. One of the cut outs occurred in the bit where Trump said “….America will” black screen cutout ” be socialist”. I couldn’t believe my ears, so rewound and played it again, but still got “….America will be socialist….”. OMG what’s happened to the USA you’ve caught the European virus. Still not believing my ears went to another youtube version and pleased to see sanity still rules “….America will NEVER be socialist….”.

The other good news is despite jet lag and a bottle of red I managed to stay awake through it.


Lazy start to the day. It’s been raining overnight and it’s all frozen up. A death trap out there, just sheet ice everywhere – slick as the colonials say.

Wendy’s off to the Christian centre and I’m ten pin bowling with the Newcomers. Then in the afternoon I get to play Pickleball at the gym. What fun it is. Tennis / badminton / table tennis for geriatrics. I’m only a beginner but no one cares, it’s just a bunch of older geezers having fun. After just over an hour I’m cream crackered. Sadly have to go and pick Wendy up, but I’ll be back.

A quiet night in for a change. By 20:00 we give up trying to watch TV and go to bed. Then I wake up and fritter away two hours on the internet.

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Tucker Carlos on crazy American politicians – AOC. See, we are not alone in the UK in having loopy politicians.


Mountains had 8″ of snow overnight, thats 20″ in the past 48 hours. Wake up to a sunny snowy landscape – awesome. Back to sub zero temperatures, thank the Flying Spaghetti Monster. And there’s no sign of temperatures above zero for the next 10 days, plus plenty of snowy days.

I’m off to the gun club for my weekly fix. Try a Canik TP9 with red dot sights. Wow, makes you realise how much your hand shakes. Only problem is it takes awhile to zero in the sight and worst of all makes me think I’ll have to give up drinking.

Then I walk up to Freshmarket and back to meet Wendy doing the weekly shop and to go to the all important liquor store. Have to get stocked up, they’re closed for the next two days.

In the evening we’re off to B&M for dinner with them and Janelle and Mike. Bobs cooked his awesome eggplant Parmigiana. I’ve been looking forward to this for the past 6 months, best food I’ve had all year. Great evening.

Anna and Leon arrive about 22:00.

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Just a Few Of The “Life After Brexit” Predictions:

  • Lorry parks on the M25.
  • Planes crashing into each other in mid-flight.
  • Thousands of passengers – those who survived the collisions of course – will be stranded and unable to go back to work.
  • UK citizens living abroad will be locked up and have their pensions confiscated.
  • The NHS will run out of insulin and Band Aids.
  • The Queen will have to move to Switzerland or possibly Uganda.
  • Our ports will shut down and ships’ captains will simply dump their cargo into the sea.
  • Our squirrels will infect everyone with rabies.
  • Condoms will explode….

I can hardly wait to hear what else is going to happen.


Lazy start to the morning. Then we’re off down to Wassatch State Park to meet up with the Newcomers for a Snowshoe. It’s disorganised chaos. There’s only one other light bulb changer (man) the rest are women. No one seems to know who is leading or where they’re going. Then we keep stopping to wait for the slow comers. You can tell how bad it is, at one stage Wendy’s leading and setting the past – lost and leisurely. Never mind we get a good 2 hours exercise.

In the evening B&M along with Janelle and Mike come round for dinner. Ironically Janelle and Mike are the owners of this place, we tell them to make themselves at home. Good food, good company and of course good wine.

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After two weeks I’m settling into a no ski routine:

Monday – walk in the morning; Pickleball or Gym in the afternoon.

Tuesday – snowshoe in the morning; Archery in the afternoon; out for dinner somewhere in the evening.

Wednesday – walk in the morning; gun range in the afternoon.

Thursday – snowshoe in the morning; out for dinner somewhere in the evening.

Friday – ten pin bowling in the morning; pickle ball or gym in the afternoon; TGIF with the PCMSC in the evening.

Saturday – snowshoe in the morning; shopping evasion tactics in the afternoon; possibly out for dinner in the evening.

Sunday – walk in the morning; apres ski with PCMSC in the afternoon.


Unbelievable Anna decides she’s going to take a day off skiing – must be getting old – and go to the Outlets of course.

Then they hear we’re going snow shoeing and decide to join us. We drive out to Wassatch State Park and take the two mile trail to the Huber homestead. It’s just a perfect day. Trail is crispy and Wendy manages without snow shoes but the rest of us use them for a workout. What a good workout it was.

Then it’s back for a quick lunch followed by the inevitable trip to the Outlet stores. Wendy cons me into going by telling me they have some thermal vest – a shore sign I’m a decomposing geriatric. They don’t have any. I’ve be well and truly duped into a shopping expedition. Nor does any of the other stores. I find it somewhat ironic that they all have these vests that “keep you cool”, none that brag about keeping you warm, yet here we are in a sub zero ski resort!

Then back home and get changed for Ten Pin Bowling evening. There’s about 13 of us but we can only get a lane for 8, but we cope. Then it’s off to the Red Rock Brewery for dinner. We despatch an advance party of those not bowling to get a table – just typical they don’t accept bookings. Despite the hordes everywhere it’s not a bad evening.

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Stop defending Islam as a ‘religion of peace’

People need to stop defending Islam. It’s one thing to condemn violence, hate and prejudice against and/or by Muslims, but it’s another thing altogether to claim that Islam is a religion of peace, while at the same time deriding people of other faiths for their backward beliefs.

There are over one hundred verses in the Quran that call for war or violence, many of which are directed specifically at nonbelievers. Some of these verses are quite graphic, such as verse 5:33 which states, “The punishment of those who wage war against Allah and His messenger and strive to make mischief in the land is only this, that they should be murdered or crucified or their hands and their feet should be cut off on opposite sides or they should be imprisoned; this shall be as a disgrace for them in this world, and in the hereafter they shall have a grievous chastisement.”

Another verse (8:12) says, “I will cast terror into the hearts of those who disbelieve. Therefore strike off their heads and strike off every fingertip of them.”

There is no possible way to take verses like these figuratively or metaphorically. It is quite evident that Allah, according to the Quran, calls quite literally for the mutilation and slaughter of all those who oppose Islam.

20190204 – Off To A Winter Wonderland


Goodbye Belthorn for two months. You can rain and snow to your hearts content.

Off to Paradise (Park City) yet again. Stayed overnight at the Crown Plaza, Manchester airport as snow could have been a problem. Somehow it’s so much more relaxing staying in a hotel the night before.

Manchester airport was it’s usual nightmare. Had to wait an hour before we could get in the lounge. Of all the lounges, in all the World this one is always full and they never do anything about it – taking money under false pretences.

Breakfast, when we finally get in the lounge.

Virgin flight to Atlanta was on time and very comfortable. Premium economy is worth it. Especially if you don’t like their wine they nip into upper class and provide you with a quality St Emillion. Atlanta was fairly efficient. They’ve got rid of all those crazy passport reading machines and have gone back to good old ways. Passengers are happy and immigration officials are happy.

Hertz at Salt Lake were a nightmare. Instead of the usual choice of superb free upgrades there was only one 4 wheel drive SUV, which they were reluctant to let me have because we’re renting for 2 months. You’d think they’d be only too pleased to look after such a bulk buyer. Anyway after much discussion with the manager he saw the error of his ways and let us have a free upgrade to a Kia Sorrento. I think I managed to grind him down and appeal to his managerial prowess. Sadly we have to raise and close the boot manually – how will I ever get a green card without a button to do this for me? Then to top it all Wendy starts bleating because there’s no heated seats.


3 foot of snow all around. Best we’ve ever seen it.

As usual up at the crack of sparrows. Wow we have 3 foot of snow all around us.

Breakfast at Squatters as usual. The 10 year old girl serving us manages to screw the order up 3 times.

First off up to the mountain to view the slopes and the skiing (look only, don’t ski), then coffee shopping followed by the all important trip to the off license (liquor store for you colonials) for wine and can’t resist a bottle of High West Yipee Kayee.

It’s unpack and shopping today. For me there’s no skiing this year.

Good to be back.

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I know it’s nothing to do with PC, but couldn’t resist this. Just before we left I braved taking Jasper to football and he won the award. He was so proud.

As always I watched the State of the Union speech – wish we had one in the UK, although would be pretty terrifying at the moment. The YouTube version had a few times when it just cut out, with a black screen, as if it had lost the signal. One of the cut outs occurred in the bit where Trump said “….America will” black screen cutout ” be socialist”. I couldn’t believe my ears, so rewound and played it again, but still got “….America will be socialist….”. OMG what’s happened to the USA, have they caught the European virus. Still not believing my ears went to another youtube version and pleased to see sanity still rules “….America will NEVER be socialist….”.

The other good news is despite jet lag and a bottle of red I managed to stay awake through it.


Back to the gun range.

Lazy morning as usual.

Plenty more snow. The Christian centres even closed so Wendy’s got nothing to do.

Enjoying writing some CRUD software and learning a new programming language – nerd. It’s taking over all my spare time, I’m really engrossed so I’m afraid it’s a minimal blog this week, but next week I’ll be back with a vengeance complete with Rants (BREXIT offers plenty of scope), Sick Humour and of course Religious Commentary (the Jihadis are just prime for poking fun at).

Afternoon it’s the gun range with Joe. I hire my favourite gun the 9mm Wilson Combat, but have to say I prefer Joes 9mm. Despite practice with my Sig Sauer air pistol back home I have to say I’m not too hot a shot.


View from our back deck.

Plenty more snow and it’s colder than a witch’s teat in a brass bra.

As usual off down to Costco for supplies. After 10 minutes I’ve explored the store and am bored. Call in at archery to see how much it is.

Then in the evening we’re off round to Bob and Marilyn’s for dinner. It’s Mexican, one of my favourites so saved me a trip to Chubascos.
Good to see them and they’re pleased we’re back. They’ve got my bottle of High West Midwinters Dream, it’s awesome. Plan our events together for the coming weeks.



Ten pin bowling in the morning with the usual old foggies from the Newcomers club. Great fun but makes you realise you’re getting old. Really annoying when you have the mind of a 16 year old.

Wendy’s back at the Christian Centre in the afternoon.

In the afternoon I take a long walk in the snow to the Christian Centre. For the fun of it there and back, to see how far it is.

Friday night Barbara and Steve take us down to the TGIF at the Golf Club. Meet up with B&M and good to see Helen & George again. Then it’s dinner at a table of about 20 friends and acquaintances from PCMSC.


Cold and plenty of snow. We catch the bus to the Peaks hotel and plan on walking all the way down to Kimble Junction. None of these trails have been cleared so it’s hard going on loose snow. Wendy’s slower than molasses on a cold day. Get as far as Willow Creek and we catch the bus the rest of the way.

Starbucks and then Tangier outlets.

Quiet evening in and as usual early to bed.


How’s this for your own personal snowplow.

Up at the crack of sparrows again. Sleeping is still a nightmare. It’s not insomnia, it’s just a screwed up sleep pattern. No doubt we’ll just get into a routine and we’ll be headed home again – perhaps we should just stay here.

We take a walk up to the PCMR base for an awesome Campos coffee. Awesome coffee it may be but they couldn’t organize an orgy in a brothel.

Nip to Tangier outlets for a new pair of snow boots. My 14 year old ones have finally started letting water in. These new boots are awesome, half the price of Sorel, half the weight and oh so warm and comfy.

Bob and I brave the jacuzzi.

Nearly had to call out the avalanche search and rescue team. If I’d have been a second earlier I would have been buried under an avalanche of snow that cascaded off the roof of the school we were walking past. That would have looked good, another insurance claim.

Have a stroll around to remind me of the good old days when I used to ski.

Afternoon we get an awesome snow storm.

Evening B&M come round for dinner and Jacuzzi.


I want one of these for when we have an inch of snow in Belthorn.

Another gorgeous sunny but very cold day here in paradise.

Drove over to Hals to pick up snowshoes and go snowshoeing with him. Even with snowshoes on I’m sinking 3 feet. It’s exhausting, feels like I’ve been rode hard and hung up dry.

Lazy night in for a change. Even manage to stay up until 22:00. Both deserve 4 gold stars. At least my nerdy programming project manages to keep me awake.
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Just being up in the mountains pottering around is so awesome. Yes, I’m not skiing this year – BooHoo, life sucks get over it. I’ve had 52 great years skiing, time to move on. So it’s snowshoeing for me this year – mind you with my luck I’ll probably get knocked over by a stray scumboarder. It’s really awesome. Cannot think of a better way of spending the day, even if it’s cold and a raging snow storm. But almost equally awesome is going for a walk down in the town when you’ve a foot of fresh snow on the ground, or driving around in a 4 wheel SUV when the roads have been mostly cleared but there’s till a lot of snow around is another treat.

Snow, like sunshine, truly makes the world a better place, and here we get both.

Good to be alive with enough money to enjoy life. You really don’t need a fortune. And as Bob would say “Wonder what the poor folk are doing”?

Essential supplies in case we’re snowed in.