I was there in 1977, when they were new, so I don't of course remember them as dank or slumping. Of course, coming from the Pacific North West, my understanding of "dank" could be different. I had a pretty good time there, and was kind of sorry to get thrown out into the lone-and-dreary-world. I remember heading up the hill, with my group, every Thursday at sunrise, to the Provo Temple. Wonderful!
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