Actually, there wasn’t any wind the night Kansas played with the Utah Symphony. There was, however, perfect, custom-ordered Park City weather. Yes, it had rained off-and-on all day, but the late afternoon cloud-cover, with just a hint of sun peeking through, provided lovely light (and very low UV index) for the first half of the evening.
Taking in the sunset while some classic ‘70s and ‘80s tunes rolled over the hills felt like the icing on the cake of luck. (Just wait, “Cake of Luck” is going to sweep the interwebs. You’re welcome.)
Add to that a Deer Valley gourmet picnic basket, and it was, in fact, a turn-key, perfect date night. (I’ll leave out the part where Jeff had an unfortunate mishap with our crummy beach chairs—now crummy beach chair garbage—that left his fingers pinched.)
I had the odd discovery that Kansas formed its band the year I was born—and I wasn’t entirely sure how I was supposed to feel about that. Does that make me old? Them? Frankly, I didn’t want to think that hard. I did, of course, feel grateful for the well-researched Program the Utah Symphony publishes. I’ve always enjoyed the band’s hits—and wasn’t so familiar with the rest of their catalog. But, in truth, it didn’t matter. They played their hearts out for us—and the Symphony’s “warm up” set list was delightful, playful and, yes, gorgeously performed. (Indeed, Star Trek was involved. And, no, I did not wish to be beamed anywhere.)
You know how dedicated skiers are fond of saying, “There’s no such thing as a bad day on the mountain?” I think that should be extended to evenings, too. Yes, I’ve sat through a rainy night at the Symphony in the Snow Park Outdoor Amphitheater—but I’ve never once regretted it. Did I mention the perfect weather? And, I felt just guilty enough that I saved the beautiful desserts to take home for the boys.