Wednesday, January 29th, I packed my car to the gills. Well, since it’s a car, I suppose it was packed to the equivalent of gills…so…its carburetor or something. But I didn’t exactly pack anything under the hood, so let’s just pretend my car is a fish.
Anyways, my fish was packed to its gills, with literally no room to spare. I think the hitch was measured at 6.5" off the ground, which is more clearance than not (NOTE: I’ll show you a picture of the low-rider on Moving: Day 3). It only took us five hours to pack, since we had to redo the arrangement several times to make everything fit. Rear-view was a luxury I couldn’t afford, so we put guitars on last to finalize our dependence on the side mirrors. But when you’re going forward, who needs to look back?!
A few hours in a saw our first sign of snow a bit before we reached La Grande, Oregon. As much of the United States may not know, Portland is not at all used to snow (unless you frequent Mount Hood), so to see that it can actually exist in places longer than its original fall to the earth’s floor is pretty exciting. I quickly retired my excitement when the next six hours (and subsequently the following three days) continued to show blankets of snow off the highway.
Boise was first up on our list for a good meal. A friend of mine suggested we hit up the local Boise Fry Company, which was quickly dubbed the best decision of the trip.
Let me tell you about Boise Fy Company. It was outrageously good. As you can see in the picture, the majority of the menu is taken up by fry options: seven types of potatoes, with varying frying formats. My dad and I split meal and opted for one batch of purple and one of russet homestyle fries, with a side of bison burger. For a first-time-bisoner, I quickly fell in love with the beast. Don’t let me forget about the sauces too – over ten dipping sauces, including spicy fry sauce, chipotle garlic aioli, and blueberry ketchup. Tastebud splendor.
We ended the day by staying at my (get ready for this) dad’s sister’s husband’s parents’ house in Filer, Idaho. I guess I could have said my aunt’s in-laws, but the former is more fun. Speaking of fun, <insert sarcasm> we had such a fun detour heading there! To preface, my dad and I downloaded the Darth Vader voice and tie-fighter for his Garmin GPS, so anytime the GPS is wrong or doesn’t tell us something in a timely fashion, we blame it on Darth (which I’m sure will come back to bite us). We were preparing to take the Twin Falls exit (pop. 44,000) in order to swing around to Filer (pop. 2,200). Darth tells us to exit in one mile, so we know the exit we’re passing by at that point couldn’t have been the correct one. Well, you guessed it – we were wrong. For some reason Darth didn’t take the mile-long offramp into consideration, so he had to use the force to recalculate our trajectory, which was the next exit in EIGHT miles, since Idaho just fricks you that way. After an extra 25 minutes we finally reached our little vintage 1970s home for the night.
This house was dope. There were some cool relics in the house, that I couldn’t resist taking pictures of the old-school refrigerator and rotary telephone I found (sorry for the graininess on the fridge pic – it was in the cellar and it was dark and it reminded of the furnace in Home Alone so I was super scared and took the picture as fast as I could). My aunt’s in-laws were on vacation, yet they graciously let us crash their pad for the night, and I’m so thankful to have things like that work out so I don’t have to spend extra on hotels, etc. They’re awesome and I owe them big!
We finished off the night lounging in the living room, talking about travels for the next day and memories of travels from the past. All-in-all a great day, and we went to bed ready to wake up bright and early for round two.