Bloggin' America

We spent our last day in Idaho in its only city most people have heard of– Boise. It took us almost nine hours to get down there from the shooting star, Bonners Ferry. I slept most of the way down. But that was only after a straight hour of Mom, George, and Glenda (and even Ray was chiming in) of a lecture about “why I should not talk to and shoot guns with strangers.” You know, your standard parental lectures. Keep going...

Well, the rest of my time in Idaho may not have been quite as topsy-turvy as the roller coasters of Silverwood. But for a largely uneventful and sparsely populated state, I like to think my visit there was pretty eventful. We started off on Saturday and left Athol, traveling northbound on I-95 to Sandpoint. I guess Mom recently became obsessed with farmers markets, so we had to make a pit stop at the Farmers Market in Farmin Park (what an aptly named park, huh?) Keep going...

The scariest part of a roller coaster is the slow, creaky ascent. You can feel the car bump over each track as it makes its way up the slope. Your heart pounds vehemently, originating deep within your chest and then gradually coming closer and closer until it wants to just burst out of your body with anxiety. The adrenaline makes you sweat profusely and dilate your eyes like a cartoon character as you see the world below you become smaller and smaller. It’s all preparing you for the culminating climax when you get the top and you’re teetering for that split second right before you drop. Your stomach bottoms out. The wind drowns out the roar as you fly through time and space. And then all you can do is… scream! Keep going...

Welcome to Idaho! I know you’ve all been dying to hear about how the illustrious land of potatoes has been treating me, but I’ve been swamped in schoolwork the last few days while we’ve been driving around state #3. Glenda has been putting us through boarding school boot camp. Ray and I have affectionately nicknamed her the “warden,” since whenever she finally lets us out of the Falcon to sight-see, it’s like letting inmates on parole for good behavior. Ever since Ray’s little disappearing act in Spokane, she hasn’t been the same. She has been less kooky and absentminded, replaced with higher dosages of strictness and attentiveness. I think she’s afraid my parents are going to send her home. Keep going...