I dropped on a couple of fires near there this year, in the hills east of Provo. Operating in the fire environment is not without risk, but by far the spookiest part of each sortie was not the fire ground, but transiting provo's airspace.
I recall that airport from years ago back when it was a decent place, before many of the buildings were bulldozed, and all the flying plastic came in. In fact, I flew the first Katana to enter the United States...and I flew it at Provo.
I even knew some of the principals at the college there when they were hawking a four year program, long before they had one to hawk...and sporting a drug siezed unairworthy shorts on the ramp, telling new students that it was part of their multi engine training program and the airline transition they used, to lure fresh meat.
This summer when I was sent to those fires, I had two different visits by plastic airplanes bumbling along where they really shouldn't have been, and closer to me than they should have been. Sad that the field needs a tower now, and the truth is, that if they used flight instructors with half the intelligence of a dead rhino and a quarter the courtesy of a bleeding skink, they wouldn't need the tower at all. Signs of the times; a degrading industry, lowering bar in the flight training arena, and the urbanization of yet another decent place to fly. Sad indeed.