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I used to be a big skier. It was before giving birth, being saddled with preschool costs and when I didn’t get a chill from a 60 degree cross breeze.

My husband (who was my boyfriend at the time) loved to ski too. And I was a little better than him but I never made a big thing over it except for that one time when I ironed a patch on the back of my ski jacket that read, “I’m the Better Skier.”

We once went on a ski trip to Park City, Utah where I learned very little about Mormons but a lot about how to ski for free.  Rick and I decided to attend one of those timeshare presentations in order to get two complimentary lift tickets.

It was really simple enough. We pretended to be married. And pretty much just had to listen to the speil, grab our tickets and hit the mountain. We decided we had a small wedding on Cape Cod and then a lovely two week honeymoon on the gorgeous French Riviera.  It was so romantic. And I wasn’t wearing my wedding ring because we had left it back in New York City for safe keeping. It’s just not safe to travel with jewels.

A very excited timeshare representative spoke to us for 45 minutes on the unparalleled joys of owning a timeshare. We listened patiently and then she said, “I’m going to give you a few minutes to think about it.” And she left the room.

“Wow. That was intense.  I hope she comes back soon. I want to get out of here,” I said.

“Honey, I think we should do it!” Rick responded.


“Seriously, ski in, ski out accommodations. Plenty of room for guests. Access to a jacuzzi. We have to do this. It’s a no brainer,” Rick explained.

“You are insane. I’m not buying a timeshare. We aren’t married. Do you even remember that we aren’t married?! We aren’t even engaged!”

“And when we don’t feel like a ski vacation, we can trade it for a warm weather destination. You heard the woman. We are losing money by not doing this.”

“Let’s get engaged someday. Let’s get married someday. THEN we can talk about a time share. I’m not doing this. Seriously. I’m not,” I said in disbelief.

“We’d be right on the mountain! Our kids will love it!”

“What kids?! Oh my god!” (I would have said OMG but no one was saying that yet.)

Thankfully, the energetic time share woman re-emerged and I quickly thanked her for the opportunity, told her we’d be in touch, took the tickets and fled.

We did eventually get engaged. And married. And had kids.

And this weekend, we are taking Dylan and Summer to a small local mountain to ski for the first time. I’m guessing it will just be a very expensive way to make them whine. But maybe I’m wrong. Maybe they’ll experience that magical feeling of whipping down a mountain.

And a decade after that trip to Park City, Utah, we have never purchased a timeshare.

Or been to the French Riviera.

19 Responses to if you are going to buy a timeshare, do it in park city, utah.

  • Jenn says:

    Neither have I… been to the French Riviera or Utah… but I love the idea of timeshare – My hubby is you – TOTALLY AGAINST!!! Mainly because he says if he’s going on holiday he doesn’t see the point in cooking for himself… like he actually cooks for himself now! (*insert: he cooks way better than I do… but somehow I’m the one in the kitchen*)
    Ho Hum.

  • Megan says:

    I have lots of fun memories of our skiing days together. I have not
    skied for seven years and was hoping to take Caitlin this year, but the weather has not brought the snow. I keep hoping for snow! Let me know where you are going and how the girls do. Have fun!

  • Chrisy says:

    Well, if you ever want to return to Utah to ski with the family, we have two guest rooms. We’re only 45-50 minutes away from Park City. 🙂 And? I’m not very good at shameless self-promotion, but if you want to learn a little something about Mormons, you can always read my little book to Mormons, with LOVE. It’s kind of a love letter to my LDS neighbors, but non-LDS folks seem to enjoy it, too. I’ll happily send you one.

    We don’t own a timeshare, nor have we been to the French Riviera. xo

  • daphne says:

    It would sure bbe ugly if Rick and I were married — because I’m the biggest sucker that ever was which is how we got saddled with a timeshare that makes me furious every time I even think about getting bamboozled into it.

  • MegD says:

    Hahaha! I am SO with Rick, I can never sit in one of those things because I would sign up RIGHT away!

    My bro got married in Park City this summer. I wish you guys had bought the time share, we want to go back and we’d gladly buy your week from you.


  • Angi says:

    I envy you. I’m very aware of my own mortality. Skiing and I don’t agree. Instead of improving every time I go, I get injured progressively worse each time. I can prop my feet up by the fire and drink hot chocolate with the best of them. Bunny slopes are dangerous! The french riviera is overrated. Aren’t the french notoriously rude to americans anyway?

    • DawnGes says:

      Angi, almost 2 years ago I took a trip to France with my best girlfriend to celebrate our 50th birthdays. We didn’t hit the French Riviera but we did run across some FSA’s as we termed them–French Smart Asses. I do have to say that we also ran across some AWESOME French folks–now I’ll have to plan another trip to the French Riviera to see whether the 50% FSA’s stat holds true…:)

      The trip was a BLAST and I’m now in love with France, FSA’s and all!

  • KV says:

    This may be helpful or not – years ago Lake Placid Club was a great, old-world type ski desitination with young children — snowball weekends and all included prices (meals etc.) and a small ice rink right out the back door of the lodge with terrific little benches on runners. Kids sit on bench you skate and push or vice versa. Slopes, cc trails, bobsledding, tobogganing , dog sleds all very near by. Your blog today brought back many smiles and happy membories. Thank you.

  • Lanie says:

    Will you be wearing the ski jacket with the “I’m the better skier” patch? Hope you have a great time! xoxox

    P.S. if you and Rick wear those big furry Sherpa hats perhaps you won’t hear the whining (if there is any whining and if Rick kept his hat – I have to go back and check but I am thinking he returned it).

  • Melissa says:

    I love this story. My husband and I had the exact same experience when our first son was a year old and I was 4 weeks pregnant with the second. The big draw for my husband was Disney Vacations. Unfortunately I couldn’t talk him off the ledge and here we are two years later booking trips to Disneyland 10 months in advance and praying that we don’t have a week filled of whining and refusals to go on rides. Disney can sometimes become the unhappiest place on earth!

  • David Harper says:

    Oh this is funny! I help people cancel their timeshares, Kelcey. I’m glad you got away with your skin intact. For the record, I don’t think it’s a very good idea to go to ANY timeshare presentation. They’re just too good at what they do to think you might escape. Well… maybe you could! Funny story. If anyone needs to get some honest help with their timeshare woes… 877-350-7899 X 228 David

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