Hello Park City!
My name is Elder Everitt. And I would like to share with you the most amazing book…
This space is mostly for me — a place to write down what it’s like to move to and live in Park City, Utah. I don’t know many people who’ve lived here, so I figure I’ll share the oddities as I go.
We’ve skied in a lot of places over the years — different resorts across the U.S., Canada, and even Switzerland when we lived there. (Some of you followed along on SwissFamilyTexans, and this feels like the sequel — same cast, new mountains.) Park City was just another stop on the ski rotation until earlier this year. During our ski trip in January, we had dinner with an old co-worker of my husband’s and his wife, who live here now. That conversation planted a seed: what if Park City was more than just a vacation stop?
Arches National Park, Moab UT
Two months later, in April, we loaded up the car in Texas and headed west through New Mexico and Colorado, planning to spend a week in Park City before checking out Salt Lake City. But once we got here, something clicked. We cancelled the SLC stay, started wandering through open houses, and said out loud what we’d both been thinking: we could live here.
Our co-pilot
Back in Austin, while the Texas summer was heating up (and I mean HEB-parking-lot-hot), we made it official: a furnished townhouse in Park City from August 2025 to June 2026, a U-Box stuffed with the basics, and a new chapter in the Wasatch. Bernie hasn’t sniffed his first Utah snow yet, but when he does, I’ll let you know whether he’s a snow-dog or a fireplace-dog. Place your bets!
This blog isn’t meant to be a guide or a brochure. It’s just a record — of the move, of settling in, and of the little things that make mountain-town life different from Austin life. If you want to tag along, I’m glad to have the company.
