I pushed down on the plunger of the detonator box, sending a pseudo-signal through the wires to the dynamite deep in the mine. “Cover your ears,” I yelled out to Dakota. She dutifully put her hands to her head as a big boom echoed through the mine, deep under Main Street in the basement of the Park City Museum.

“Do you want to try?” I asked. “No” was the quick response.

If you haven’t been to our local Park City Museum on Historic Main Street, stop by. And bring the kids — they’re free. Our day started with plans for a chairlift ride and a mountain hike. But the weather looked foreboding.

“Let’s go to a museum,” exclaimed our 4-year-old great-grand Dakota. So it was off to the museum!

Our local museum is truly a gem. The modern interpretive displays tell the story of life in Park City

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