Snowbird... THE BIRD

Our annual tradition! I have spent a week up at the Iron Blossom Lodge in Snowbird since I was about 8 years old. My Grandma Myrlene has a timeshare and would take me and my sisters and brother up for the week. We had the best time playing on the island, playing in the halls and elevators, playing in the game room and swimming and swimming.
We couldn’t check in to the room until about 4 PM, but that didn’t stop us from having our stuff packed and out on the lawn at the crack of dawn. We waiting for Grandma to come pick us up in her yellow station wagon! We couldn’t wait… it seemed like she would never come and when she finally did, the drive took forever!
We always stopped traffic with our slow car it was piled to the hilt with food and bags, but we didn’t care it added to the feeling that yes we were finally on a vacation!
We seemed to be under the impression that once up there you were never coming back, so we had to stock up! Funny how now I will travel up for a day and come down, but back then it just wasn’t done. Once at Snowbird you were there! If we needed anything we would call grandpa and he would come up, but we never went down… and boy we didn’t care… we were in HEAVEN!
Now its time for a new generation to experience the magic of Snowbird. Katie and Laurie and I were in a separate room but we still spent time in 605 with Grandma! My kids had the best time running the same halls with their cousins that I did so many years.