Idaho

My last couple of days looked a little bit like this…

Day 1 – We took sleds on the hill just outside the cabin. After lunch (pizza, coca cola, carrots with blue cheese dressing) and after Gheen and I both got work done, we took the snowmobiles on the trail to Cave Falls. Right where the road crosses porcupine creek we saw two enormous moose. Big and black. Rooting around in the water. I wondered if we’d see a bear but it’s still too early for that.

On our way back to the cabin, it started to snow. Lightly, but just enough to make it beautiful. When we got to the cabin the wind had picked up and I thought a storm might be coming up. Inside, we heated up clam chowder, turned up the heater, and I noticed that outside, things were calm again.

Day 2 – Waffles for breakfast, then all three of us spent the next couple hours working. There wasn’t too much conversation and we all had our heads down in our laptops. Around noon we put on snow clothes and rode the snowmobiles into Ashton. I thought this is sort of what it would be like if cowboys had nice snow pants. At the edge of town we parked the snowmobiles and walked down the train tracks a couple block to the Trails Inn Cafe. The internet was so slow that it was nearly impossible to work. By that time we had already ordered food.

Here’s the thing. Gheen and I went to Christian’s cabin to get lots of work done. It’s secluded. Few interruptions. But there’s also about two weeks worth of playing that could be done while we were there, so we decided to go for a longer snowmobile ride after lunch. This time, Sheep Falls. I’d never been there and as we got closer to our destination we all spotted the cougar tracks, but no cougar. On the way back to the cabin, the snow mobile Chris was riding quit moving all the sudden and we had to tow it out.

That reminded me of the time Christian and I drove mini bikes up on the dry farms. I was about 14 years old, Chris, 15. I was on a Honda 80 and Chris was riding a Honda Trail 70. The bike I was riding blew out a tire so we both had to ride out on the Trail 70. Those Trail 70′s are about the size of a 5th grader with slightly less horsepower. With two of us on that thing we looked like something you’d see in a circus. And some how we angered the livestock and suddenly we were being chased by a mad bull.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I love Idaho.