Park City

My last day in Provo, I decided I wanted to spend the day in Park City. I invited a few people, but it seemed that everyone was working except for Mark. But my plans were not to be thwarted. Mark and I made the drive up the canyon (I love that drive, by the way) and I actually remembered how to get to Main Street.

We parked and then made the walk down the street, remembering places we wanted to stop at later. It was a lot of fun just talking and having fun with Mark. He kept me laughing, and he actually seemed to enjoy walking through the art galleries with me.

At the bottom of Main Street, we noticed that the ski lift was running, despite the fact that we were in the middle of June. We hesitantly bought tickets and hopped on the lift. I was pretty frightened, so I scooted close to Mark and held onto his arm. He readjusted, putting his arm around me and saying that it was easier for him to hold on that way. I should have complimented him on this smooth move, but to be honest, I was more focused on not dying.

The ride was pleasant and there was a nice breeze. Mark took some pictures of us, managing not to drop his camera, and I eventually relaxed. I've always been sort of amazed at how long Mark and I are able to talk without it getting awkward, and this instance was no different. We talked about random unimportant things, past relationships, school, friends, and anything else you could think of.

There really wasn't much to do at the top, what with there not being any snow, so we just rode back down. This time there was a bar in front of us so I wasn't frightened, but Mark put his arm around me anyway. I can't say I minded.

We started our walk back up Main Street in search of some food, since neither of us had had anything to eat except for a piece of fudge. We found a place called The Hungry Moose Cafe (or something like that) and decided to go in just because of the name. Mark decided to be adventurous and ordered a buffalo burger; I was boring and got chicken. It was pretty good, although our server was slow.

We stopped for gelatto and picture taking on our way back to the car. Seeing a life-sized bronze moose, we posed in front of it and attempted to take a picture of ourselves in front of it. Mark pulled me in really close to him so that suddenly we had our arms around each other. I'm not going to lie--that was my favorite part of the entire day. Plus that picture turned out really well.

I was sort of sad to leave Park City because I had had such a great time, but Brian had invited us to a concert so we decided to head home. We had a few hours to kill, so Mark suggested we rent Big Fish and watch it. I had never seen it and it's one of his favorites, so I consented.

We started the movie and consumed several otter pops. I sat close enough to Mark, but not too close. He took the hint though and put his arm around me as I had hoped he would. He was sort of tickling my arm which was nice, and then he was inevitably playing with my hair. I don't really know how it happened, but by the end of the movie I was lying in his arms and we were holding hands. He was so comfortable and kept tousling my hair... I sort of had a hard time paying attention to the movie, but I got the gist of it.

When the movie ended, neither of us wanted to get up. We just let the TV run and enjoyed each other's company. I was sort of sad when Jay came over to go to the concert with us. Brian and Collin had made other plans, so it was just the three of us. I tried to be good company for Jay because I sensed he had had a rough day, but I just wanted to be with Mark. And he kept tickling my back and playing with my hair...

After the concert, which was actually pretty good, we went to Charlie and Collin's house so I could say goodbye. We all ended up going to get ice cream and then everyone departed, except Mark. He stayed until curfew, and then tried to persuade me to go see a late movie with him. I can't tell you how tempted I was, but I knew I had to drive all day the next day so I decided I needed sleep. He held me for a while outside my apartment, and I could tell he wanted to kiss me. I sort of wanted him to, but I was also sort of afraid I would regret it later. He didn't do it. He seemed like he had a hard time letting go of me though; I hadn't realized he was going to be this sad.

He said goodbye and walked away. I returned to packing and my previous confusion, wondering if I had made a mistake again.