Welcome to the North Point Lodge blog. We plan to use this space to share information that will help you prepare for your trip to Park City and your stay at the Lodge. We also plan to share a variety of things that we love about Utah, Park City and the Lodge.
To kick things off, we'll start with an excerpt of a poem by Utah native May Swensen, a 20th century poet and playwright. The poem is about hiking in Utah's Wasatch mountains above a lake located approximately two hours north of Park City, pictured below.
Above Bear Lake by May Swenson
Sky and lake the same blue,
and blue the languid mountain between them.
Cloud fluffs make the scene flow.
Greeny white pools of aspen snake up,
graven with welts and calluses where branches
dried and broke. Other scabs are lover-made:
Initials dug within linked hearts and, higher
some jackknifed peace signs.
A breeze, and the filtered light makes shine
a million bristling quills of spruce and fir
downslope, where slashes of sky and lake
hang blue—windows of intense stain. We take
the rim trail, crushing bloom of sage,
sniffing resinous wind, our boots in the wild,
small, everycolored Rocky Mountain flowers.
Suddenly, a steep drop-off: below we see the whole,
the whale of it—deep, enormous blue—
that widens, while the sky slants back to pale
behind a watercolored mountain.