I suppose I’m drawn to both the outdoors and the past partly because of their dichotomy with my fast-paced regular life. After a stress-packed week of meetings and memos over in “that other valley,” nothing pleases the senses of this reluctant urbanite quite like the scent of smoked meat and the sounds of old-time country music. We were greeted by both at the festival’s entrance. Neither have any direct connection to mountain man culture, but they set the mood nicely.
We sat down on the grass between a buckskin clad couple and a man who bore a disarming resemblance to the bad guy on ‘The Mask of Zorro.’ This raucous, yet good-natured group was the mountain man contingent of the annual Tooele County Festival of the Old West. The celebration is held on the lawn of the Tooele City Complex downtown, and is thus an amusing juxtaposition of present and past.