Park City

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Back in January, Jonathan and I went on an adventure wandering around Park City. Jonathan had never been there and it was years since the last time I was there.


I feel so bad for this bari sax turned into a piece of art.


As we made our way down Main Street, we stopped in the Family Tree Center. The missionaries there gave us a list of wonderful websites to help us with our family history.




We had a great time in Park City and plan on having another adventure there!

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