My mom's first move was to drive to the grocery store for breakfast supplies―a good money-saving approach when you have a kitchen. A lifelong brand loyalist, my mom was thrilled to find Tab on the shelves; the soda is no longer stocked in the San Francisco Bay Area, where we both live. I couldn't say Tab is a good start to a healthy day, but I wasn't going to argue with Mom.
Next we hit Main Street. A landscape painter, my mother was thrilled with the number of galleries in town. We admired abstract sculptures and colorful oil paintings at Coda Gallery and Phoenix Gallery. The nonprofit Kimball Art Center had two exhibits showing, one of locally inspired landscapes and the other of colorful pop art.
Park City is high―more than 6,500 feet in elevation―and the business district runs along a hillside. I was wearing out, so we stopped for drinks at Le Bar Bohême. Because of Utah's strict liquor laws, we had to become club members before we could order a glass of wine on the patio.