Are we There Yet? -- 4/29/2015

Another gorgeous day is promised as we look upward to the cobalt blue sky, so dense I could get lost up there.  We get an early start on our drive at 7:50A, with the shadows still long and sleepy.  However, we are well rested and alert as we leave Horse Canyon and see a Walmart truck parked at the on ramp to the highway.  We laugh at the thought of a carton of limes being transported, as we used our last wedge the day before.  We do not see grocery stores along the Interstate, nor have we really needed one. 

Destination is Boise, if possible.

Yea! Yea! Two days away!

Continuing on US 6 and 191, we dip into the valley again amidst beautiful rugged rock formations, and I am amazed.  I think it would be spellbound to see a time lapse video of how they are carved by time and weather.

We enjoy a twisty windy highway from Price and think how much fun riding a motorcycle would be.  Oh, well, that was then!

At Soldier Summit mountain pass, elevation 7477 ft., we catch up with a Union Pacific train and are close enough to hear it groan and squeak as it negotiates the curves and hills.  Could it be the metal wheels as it rolls along the metal rails, or the joints of the train -- the cars -- swiveling on their hitches?

With the train out of sight behind us now, we take I-15 through Salt Lake City, flowing with the traffic, then I-84 west toward Boise.  The mountains calm down, smoothing out to allow Idaho farmers to plant their crops.  It is so refreshing to see the green patches where the land is irrigated.

Sweet Caroline gets a little irrigation.  

Maybe it will wash the bug spatters off.

Ah, the lovely meandering Snake River....

Sweet Caroline finds a very nice Rest Area as the sunset paints glorious ballet slipper pinks and golden yellows in the sky.  Today I delight in the reflection she gives back to us.

We select the lane next to an 18 wheeler transporting cars, thinking it will be a quiet night.  No products inside a van that need noisy refrigeration.  As soon as our motor is silent, we hear the truck's air conditioner.  We laugh at ourselves and are glad the driver is keeping cool!

Willie of Willie's Tug,
   and of Walldog, Willie and Jake
   Wednesday, April 29, 2015