HC in PC

That’s an acronym for Hot Chocolate in Park City.

Ok, I know I’ve been jumping all over the place.

But I think this post will finally wrap up our Christmas and New Years festivities, now that January is almost over.

We had about 48 hours to spend with Troy’s family before everyone dispersed to different parts of the country again. We rang in the new year with them and ended the festivities with a trip into Park City.

We were back and forth between our house and the cabin within those 48 hours because of some responsibilities back home, and somehow in the shuffle we did not gather any winter apparel except coats.

So, we collected whatever concoction of hats and mittens that we could find and set out.

We’ve been to Park City a hundred times, but the quaintness of all the eclectic shops on Main Street with the mountains as a backdrop still gets me every time.

Nash adores his uncle. Have I mentioned that before?

He also adored the gigantic brass bear.

Our nephew is in there 🙂

Nash was over the moon about our trolley ride up Main Street. He repeated “Ding! Ding! Ding!” approximately 754 times for the next three days.

We ended the day at a quaint bookstore/coffee shop. The gourmet hot chocolate options were divine.

We learned quickly that our loud presence among college students and business partners with laptops was not entirely welcomed. We opted to take the boys outside and enjoy some crisp winter air.

And some caramel hot chocolate. Mmmmmm.


  • Mamacita Chilena January 20, 2012 at 5:08 am

    This looks like the most fun tradition ever! And you are beyond chic in your yellow jacket and ballet flats, so adorable!

  • Stephanie January 20, 2012 at 1:21 pm

    I'm cold just looking at your feet in the first picture. You look very trendy, but I can't quite sacrifice my comfort like that in the Winter. Boots it is for me!

    Your sister in law looks adorable. Almost makes me want a pregnant belly again. Almost.

  • Lindsey January 20, 2012 at 9:33 pm

    Steph, I would have definitely chosen boots in the first place, but I had to roll with whatever I had with me, which was one sole pair of flats. Surprisingly, my feet weren't cold at all.

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