Arizona tea in hand, one last picture before hitting the road
an hour later: guess i'm staying in Boise a few more days
It has been quite the adventure. It began on Saturday August 18 and is still going since some of my belongings and (totaled?) car are still in Boise. And no, still no official word on whose fault the accident was and if my car is totaled. I seem to remember a little song:
"Have patience, have patience
Don't be in such a hurry..."
But I digress. After the wreck, I had my car towed to my Atmore house in Boise, where I lived all summer. I ate Ben and Jerry's ice cream and watched silly movies and tried not to do any thinking about the future for the rest of the day. Sunday I reported my claim and Monday I took my car to the Auto Body shop. After a few days of waiting for official things to happen, and seeing little results, I decided to go up to Missoula as soon as possible.
My friend Jamey drove down Friday August 24 with her dad's '83 Ford truck. We packed it to the gills and headed out late Saturday morning. It was a typical southern Idaho day: sunny and hot. With no air conditioning in the truck, we had the windows down and turned the music as high as I could stand. Then, a merciful break from the heat in a reservoir park.
the cold, mountain water felt so good.
All was fine until about 15 miles outside of Blackfoot, ID when we heard a mysterious sound. Since we had no idea what it was and since the truck need more gas anyway, we pulled into Blackfoot, Idaho and began the process of looking puzzled next to the truck and having random men come up to us and offer advice, lots of advice. Of these, some relatively knowledgeable ones told us the truck was un-drivable until a mechanic could look at it. On Monday, which was two days away.
quelle horreur! Jamey reenacting our expressions upon learning our fate...
Each of us spent time talking to our dads, trying to get advice. Jamey's parents said they'd drive down to us from Missoula. (My family was in New York. Not gonna make it out to Idaho!) We got some supper and wasted some time at the local Walmart. And then we slept on the lawn of Jamey's great-uncle's house, since he wasn't home and we couldn't afford a motel.
Sunday morning, as soon as it was warm enough to get out of our sleeping bags, we had a picnic breakfast and colored in these giant coloring pages (Pirates of the Carribbean themed) that we had found at Walmart.
Jamey's mom took this picture of Jamey and I under the Weeping Willow that Jamey liked so much. After a short drive and look at the truck, Jamey's dad decided it was probably okay, and we started driving again, with Jamey's parents in her mom's car behind us just in case. This is where we stopped for lunch.
Yesterday's Calf-A in beautiful downtown Dell, Montana (pop. 10?)
We finally landed in Missoula on Sunday August 26 at about 10 pm. I was seriously relieved to finally, finally be in my new home.
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Man, what a trip!
tell me about it!
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