Location

Park City grew up as a Silver Mining town in the days of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, but by the Great Depression, it had fallen into official "Ghost Town" status. Until the 1980s, only a handful of people called in home. Until one Mr. Robert Redford, knowing a good thing when he sees it, decided it would be the right place to make his stand as only the Sundance Kid could: by starting an international independent film festival. These days, the festival draws the likes of Paris and her latest BFF, and is anything but small, but the independent spirit pervades.

Park City itself has stayed true to its roots in many ways, and has preserved its old Main street beautifully. The shops themselves no longer sell flour or spurs, but an endless supply of alpine gear, art, photography, and clothing from fancy to just plain weird. Window shopping is great fun here, although we will be the first to admit that you're not going to be shopping for Lip Service stuff. However, if a pair of freak-friendly cowboy boots or a movie-starlet's parka in on your list, you just might find it here!

Weather

Why swelter in the lowlands when you can enjoy highs in the low 80s during the days and lows in the cool 40s at night, little humidity, and almost guaranteed clear skies?