Idaho Day

Saturday was Idaho Day and our first day. We set out for a nice early 7am departure at 10am; traveling with Mr. India Anurag is not traveling with my parents. This is more fluid and carefree (in a good way), more spontaneous and allowed us to sleep in after a Famous Last Idaho late night of dancing and pool tables, where you feel sort of a grand goodbye and not-caring-about-anything because you’re leaving anyway.

We set out south through Idaho, driving through spectacular sunshine making the dried wheat fields glow, weaving around humpy hills. Our Subaru was one in a world of Subarus, mountain bikes on the back. “Antlers Galore—World Headquarters” advertised a building as we passed. Shapely clouds—cotton puff clouds—with surprisingly distinct edges floated above us. Like a painting. Then out of the wheat and we drove down onto Highway 12, a rick-rack road winding through pine forests, along the Clearwater River all raging with rapids. Up the elevation gradient of the hills fresh snow was white, in sharp contrast to what should have been April.

Mr. India about this: “The clouds are talking to each other…’Where you going today?’ and the second cloud says, ‘Ohh I am going to that mountain. I feel like a should snow there and rest a bit.’”