"It's a POST-menopausal comedy roadshow!" they shouted and I obliged to to retract my original claim and update my facts.
"We're done with all that." Georgia said with a wave of the hand.
"Except for hot flashes." Mom added.
"Eighteen years I had hot flashes." Georgia huffed, and so a conversation of the perils of old age ensued. I've now been frightened out of growing old (something I've always looked forward to) and also the terrifying concept of marriage (something I always assumed would happen but never thought too much about.) but these are woes for another day.
Our adventure starts in Boise. Georgia and Bill met the three of us gals close to midnight on Sunday and drove us 40 minutes into the night and up a mountain to their lovely log home. As the only one new to the Idaho trek, I was given the front seat next to Tour Guide Bill. Bill told me all about life in Idaho and repeatedly pointed out into the darkness, telling me where things were and what happened there. "See that mountain?" he'd say with such enthusiasm. I'd squint my eyes and peer out the window, never seeing anything but darkness. "Uh huh." I'd grunt, as perplexed by the view as I was by the tale he was telling. Who is this Mike fella he keeps mentioning? Am I supposed to know about Lisa's baby? Meanwhile in the backseat, the three sisters laughed and cackled in-between long yawns and corrections to Bill's informative tour.
Bill and Georgia's log cabin is a beautifully built home, crafted to perfection, and decorated with the perfect mix of western novelties and mountain necessities. They live on top of a giant mountain with a sensational view. It's isolated but cozy and feels like home. It's the details that got me...and maybe that view.
We woke up the next day for lots of sitting around, chatting, and eating candy. We did venture over to Idaho City which sounds grandiose but in fact is an old western strip town that houses only 400 people and at the end of the road is this beauty.
We ate some grub and took the long way home, stopping to look at houses, elk, and more stupendous views.
Our Boise stay was brief but pleasant. We set out on the road bright and early Tuesday morning. The three gals sang obnoxious tunes almost the whole way up to Bonner's Ferry where we stayed in a Casino Hotel that was housing the biggest group of "gerifatric" people we've ever seen. We did have a most delicious dinner and we promptly conked out by 8:30. It was still bright outside and we were so tired we forgot eat our cookies. That just doesn't happen.
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