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Peeking into Heber Valley

Once you drive beyond Brighton Ski Resort and crest Guardsman Pass, the road takes you down either into Park City or Heber and Midvale. I took the Park City route but not without stopping to gaze over to the right for a tiny glimpse of Heber, a name that demands to be spoken in the thickest Southern accent possible. Cause he’s your uncle who walks around with a spit cup for his tobaccy.

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Heather B. Armstrong

Hi. I’m Heather B. Armstrong, and this used to be called mommy blogging. But then they started calling it Influencer Marketing: hashtag ad, hashtag sponsored, hashtag you know you want me to slap your product on my kid and exploit her for millions and millions of dollars. That’s how this shit works. Now? Well… sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride.

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