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Colin glances over toward the tree, raises an eyebrow, then knocks on the front door, apparently uninterested. My face flushes a little with embarrassment. Maybe I’ve shown my bird-nerd cards too soon.

Colin’s step-grandmother, Claire, opens the door and welcomes us inside. We are greeted enthusiastically by a large black dog—his grandfather’s hunting dog, Tru. Bud Gaylord, Colin’s grandfather, is sitting at a round dining room table. We sit next to him, placing the steaming cups of coffee down while Claire grabs plates for the cinnamon rolls.

After some questions and conversation about how Colin’s summer on the river went, our conversation turns to Snowbird and family.

“I’ve known your grandparents, Junior and Maxine, from way back,” Bud says. “Back when we were building the Cliff Lodge.”

“I forgot that you built the original Cliff.” The Cliff Lodge is one of the hotel accommodations at Snowbird, similar to the Lodge, where my family has the set of four rooms. “That’s where my parents got married, actually.”